I should be happy
I should be jumping for joy and thrilled.
What I am is tired of touring
and depressed.
Why'd you lie to me?
Why'd you tell me all would glitter?
Why'd you say you could take me to #1?
In your dreams do you have a conscience?
You don't have one when you are awake
and your lips are moving.
Why didn't I listen when I was told
all that glitters isn't gold?
Music industry is based on fake chart toppers.
They tell their people to buy their people cards
to buy their own downloads.
Way you hit #1, way you get that grammy.
Unless you luck out and sing songs about
gays that land you on talk shows.
Maybe I should try that ****
or get a fake reality show.
Got my eyes open and know how it works
thanks to a fake music producer
telling me I could be number one.