The Actor's Opprobrium

I guess I should have known to stay away,
From a snuff film by Gene Genet,
But the cash was good and the director gave me the biggest scene,
What does it mean when Pentacostal born again,
virgins appear picketing in angry protest?
Oh those sloppy tarts have sulpherized hearts.

Sure a dead man quietly pulling on his tongue in a coffin after being hung,
Does make strange erotic cinema but that was the great master's vision,
And the actors agree to portray the fiend is best in a death fantasy,
'cause when one is licking the knife, ah well that is truly the life.

oh what does it mean when the stagehand approaches,
wheeling in a guillotine,
let's play nice,
yes I want to be a star but that's going too far.

yes I'm still smarting from the bite of coital sessions in gelatal light,
I'm questioning my chosen career,
don't think I'll be attending the premier.