Story behind the song
All music, arrangement and lyrics by Marshall
Diemann : Vocals
Marshall : Backing vocals
(www.soundclick.com/andreasdiemann)
Lyrics
Late nineteen seventies
The ‘Me Decade’, it’s time to ride a new wave
I need an antidote to a sugar flavoured pill
Too much kindness brings out the worst in a man
His garish clothes offend the eye
As he struts on stage
To the tune of a big band parade
I’ve talked of making it big
Booking the headline act
We’d call it the one man show
Starring me and that old hack
I’m breaking myself up into pieces
I'm taking on a different appearance
I'm blurring all the lines defining me
Shock and awe's the future
Politeness history
King of rhyme, self proclaimed
Though king of girls and liquor
And having no shame
Swearing blind that he's the best
And the privilege is laid to rest with them
He’s washed up, and not got a lot
Callous, down more than he’s up
But free
Now I've made it big
And they'll book his headline act
It's bound to end in tears
And I know that for a fact
Causing chaos and confusion
Setting the stage for his final performance
Turning up late
Antagonising waits
Told to march
Let's take it all too far
Bitterness tastes sweet too
But a few suspect and may see through
I'll rope them in and sit them down
Proving that we're not one man
Live on stage
