Burned out bright;
Faded star on the street-
life in this city got me beat.

No longer the toast of tinsel town,
Yesterday's news like funny guy, sad clown.
Comedy show that is my life, and like the old rule says-
Comedy loves tragedy and welcome to my city.

Save your hand-outs and I don't want you to take my calls,
I don't need your pity.

You live in the meat grinder,
Its tooth and nail, it's blood for blood;
You think we need a reminder?

I lost my nerve when I lost my spot,
I lost my spot when I gave it up for the sunlight,
Now I'm an outcast, cast out along the streets.

Can in hand, its a panhandle life.

You only have so much life to burn,
The hotter you are, the faster you burn-
You are the fuel of the engine and when you lose touch or burn out;
This city will just feed on somebody else.