Lyrics / Organ / Synth - Pete Rand Music / Guitars / Bass / Vocals / Mix - Les Cotton
Check out the artist page.
Stream all 12 songs for free.
Lyrics
The actor reads from autocue
The words come hollow and untrue
The crowd are one and all subdued
Well fed on media reviews
The actor savours every line
He spits out hatred by design
The crowd responding yet resigned
The bit part players never shine
Performing birds in a gilded cage
The actor manufactures rage
Another day, another stage
The actor gives another twist
His knife has hardly ever missed
Your name is on a waiting list
And then one day you don't exist
The actor like a bird of prey
detects the scent of your decay
The curtain call has come your way
This is the last line of your play
The crowd file out one by one
The actor plays with a smoking gun
One more phoney war begun
Comments
The artist currently doesn't allow comments.
