Recovering slowly, a torso fell   From a beat up truck by a rural motel   The manager seen how the truck bed bounced   While dust flew up with a rolling sound   Voices appear from the staff outside   In bulbous text in a western style   His mannequin neck spun to turn his face   The bars spills drunks out frame by frame   Girls pushed girls side to side   To hear a suction sound as limbs realign   The crowd just seemed to multiply   They hear his plastic jaw as the news drops hard:      "Your retro career melted"      They couldn't have agreed with the mannequin less   They didn't understand what the mannequin meant   The sound of a barreled gun held to the back   Some plastic clicks as the shell parts pass   Flesh tone shards fly by wild   They fill a plastic bag with the parts inside   The bag got dumped, a town nearby   They reassembled fast as his voice dropped hard:      "Your retro career melted"