As you enter the doorway to the main stage on Broadway, just don’t forget that your on display. The puppeteer directs you, the architecture ascends you. We shall see if your posture is well rehearsed. The crinkled hands implore you for a taste of the fame. Your life falls forced, they’ll drain a pen sourced from vein. If they start to lose attention, you’re just a few pen pricks away from the eternal stardom of hell’s walk of fame. Kicked in the gutter, just to discover nothing but rats and trash for you. Then they shoved you in the sewer where you found nothing newer, nothing but shit all over you. Do you still want this? The bummer is there are only scraps left for you. Now at your final performance the encore seams lower. You simply were to easy you dirty little whore. Don’t feel disappointed when your fifteen doesn’t last, you’ll soon drift away as wisps of smoke in the past.
Lyrics submitted by tearsofenvy