Lazy Projector

If memory serves us then who owns the master
 And how do we know who's projecting his reel
 And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster
 Tell me how long till the paint starts to peel
 Is it like Paramus or Apollo
 Or an archer we don't know?
 Though history repeats itself
 And time's a crooked bow
 Come on tell us something we don't know
 Now who's the best boy and the casting director
 And the editor splicing your face from the scene
 It's all in the hands of a lazy projector
 That forgetting embellishing
 Lying machine
 They say all good things must come to an end every day the night must fall
 But how it all came to this I simply can't recall
 Too many cooks in the kitchen
 Oh hoe the mighty must fall
 But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
 And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector
 That forgetting embellishing lying machine