once upon a weekend/ well me & my best friends/ went looking for something to see/ & down in the basement/ we found a replacement/ for prom & for late-night TV/ with half the room sleeping/ & half the room keeping/ far away from it all on the stairs/ I was sixteen/ I was glued to the screen/ alone & intrigued by what I saw there.
(chorus)
Hannibal Lecter/ brilliant & dignified/ more real than fiction should be/ I
was rooting for you from the beginning/ what does that say about me?/ it’s one
thing to get at her through the glass/ another to get under my skin/ but what
can I say, I’m fascinated/ after lunch then the game can begin.
so
now turning corners/ I see you before us/ your voice is the noise in my mind/
another obsession/ for ruthless repression/ horrific but still almost kind/
& maybe it’s easy/ & a lot more pleasing/ if we hold you up instead of
what’s true/ cause we look in the mirror/ we search for a hero/ but all we come
up with is you. (chorus)
how
far will you go?/ what more can you do?/ what kind of sin do you need to
commit/ for me to stop admiring you?
&
now some years later/ my path gets no straighter/ but you dig your way deeper
each time/ like the other day/ I heard the newspaper say/ there was a fugitive
eluding his crime/ pursued through three states/ making narrow escapes/ &
fooling all those who stood in his way/ & it took me a minute/ before I’d
admit it/ that I was hoping he would get away.
Hannibal Lecter/ twisted & so polite/ better than evil should be/ yeah, I cheer for the bad guy from the beginning/ what does that say about me?/ it’s one thing to smile at you on celluloid/ another to endorse it for real/ but what can I say, it’s complicated/ I’m afraid of how you make me feel. (chorus)
Copyright (c) 2001 by Beth Kinderman. This is my original work, so please respect it.