Lights go down and suddenly;
Do
the line you need to find your
feet.
And they're calling out
your name to the beat.
And they
said you'd come to nothing...
Lip injections and you're
pouting harder- you're gonna
need
Sunny weather so you'll tan
like leather- you're gonna
need
Plastic breasts 'cause
you're gonna be a star.
I'm
wrong - you'll never be. You
promote and fight and
referee.
Left your conscience
lying at the back row's feet. And
youre working youre way up on
your knees.... Fat cats got your
tongue.
Lip injections and
you're pouting harder- you're
gonna need
Sunny weather so
you'll tan like leather- you're
gonna need
Plastic breasts 'cause
you gotta be
Fuller chested- you
gotta be
Longer legged- you gotta
be
Brain dissected youre gonna
be a star