There's the pen, the page, an audience, the stage
a play to play for all today.
I am few and far between the footlights and the scene
is changing constantly.
It'll be severance pay one day,
one day we'll all be *******
the pieces will still fit
but we'll all come unglued.
Love the grease and like the paint
you ain't got much to lose
you might bomb
but they must light the fuse.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
There's the pen, the page, an audience, the stage
a play to play for all today.
I am few and far between the footlights and the scene
is changing constantly.
It'll be severance pay one day,
one day we'll all be *******
the pieces will still fit
but we'll all come unglued.
Love the grease and like the paint
you ain't got much to lose
you might bomb
but they must light the fuse.
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