"Opening Night" as written by and Tim Kasher....
Don't blame me if no one shows; I told you before
You're not so young anymore
We're models, then we're strippers, then whores
Desperately wanted, now desperate to be wanted
Like we were before
We're dinosaurs
On with the show

All my friends have grown and gone
Won't be long before I
Buy my own little slice of life
I'll buy the milk, I'll buy the cow, I'll buy the farm
Two bags of groceries and a baby in my arms
Oh lord, I hope I die before I'm adult
Still on with, on with the show
On with the show

All that pain you bottle up
It'll never be enough
To cure your middle-age
You fell out of the race when you fell in love
And your horse ran off with the wild
And the free and the young
Goddamn those fresh-faced boys
How I hate them so
How I hate, I hate them so
Still, on with, yeah, on with the show
On with the show

Lyrics submitted by charcoalsketch, edited by Mellow_Harsher

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