EVERYONE’S GOT A CAMERA

Written by David Poe. ©2022 Charming Martyr Music (BMI.) From the album EVERYONE'S GOT A CAMERA

The actor is a waiter 
The comic sells cars 
The dancer, she works at the barre
Then the bar 
And all of them know how 
The painters must have felt 
When everyone got a camera 
You tighten your belt 
Everyone’s got a camera 
And it’s just as well 

‘Cause the people are journalists 
The people shoot cops 
The people drive taxis 
And run special ops 
The people are watching the world as it bleeds 
Everyone’s got a camera 
So everyone sees 
Everyone’s got a camera 
And publicity 

How you shine from afar 
Like a Christmas tree 
And your children star in your movie 
When the clouds break 
It rains memory 
Everyone’s got a camera 
So everyone sees 
Everyone’s got a camera 
You don’t have to read 

The Wild, Wild West 
Was disease and the lash 
Then the sun reigned over a dustbowl of ash 
Now green is The Valley 
A mountain of cash 
Everyone’s got a camera 
The first and the last 
Everyone’s got a camera 
To remember the past 

If I take your picture 
Does it belong to me? 
If the words are stolen, 
Is the word set free? 
When the truth is so quiet 
It sounds like a prayer 
Everyone’s got a camera ... 
Everyone’s got a camera 
Or you weren’t there