This a continuing story
I'm sure that most can relate
The blind search for fame and glory
Can be a grave mistake

With wild twists and turns
That most folks don't know
Fame is just waiting to burn
A soft tender soul

The pasture looks greener
On the other side
Although leaner and meaner
In its need to hide

Like a Flytrap from Venus
Once fame grabs ahold
Will **** you bone dry
Leaving you out in the cold

It'll do your shopping for you
Buy nothing but empty suits
Your fans will adore you
In the outfits that perfectly fit you

So say hello to glory
And move over fame
If you're in the mood to lose
All but your name

Which you'll need to keep
to have something to shame