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(Chorus)Success is measured in more than just dough/excercise caution, that we all know/seek stability and all that's so-so/or risk being lured by the kryptonite's glow
Barry Canary listened to all the caveats that were dropped/such as, 'Barry, play the safest odds'/don't commit a crime and you won't get caught/Fair enough dipshit, just don't take it over the top/The kid could really flick a pigskin/could've been his high school team's linchpin/but a fear of getting hurt made him too timid/Any sign of failing incubated a cold and livid/tinman with no hear to break in him/Barry jetted to college, Barry majored in business/his peers partied like rock stars but Barry didn't/hit the job market with a vengeance/religiously abided by all corporate America's top tenets/when vacation breaks beckoned, Barry said 'Have it canceled'/prioritize, bitch, there's a ton of shit to handle/The burning candle waned, dark clouds crashed his parade/even Gatsby drew a bigger crowd when his eulogy was made
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The melancholy Hollywood starlet autobiograph/Is as common as a shaman contradicting the oath of Hippocrates/Honestly, the names are the same, each one an alias/enough exist to pack an entire football stadium/This particular small town emigre/hit the beaches harder than an errant kamikaze seaplane/Her dad a drunk magician, her mom a failed singer/she sought family redemption as a junkie who malingers/She put off having kids to retain one hell of a figure/and compromised her faith by flashing tits in the pictures/the toast of the big screen, she then partied with the A-list/but in a couple years was replaced by a former cocktail waitress/Oblivious to her pact with Satan, here is what followed/her fortune was spent on getting high like the space shuttle Apollo/cosmetic surgery and self-imposed dignity burglary/She's now a slut who yells at Joe Shmoe, 'Haven't you heard of me?'
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I present, the portrait of a milquetoast, a fraudulent Frodo or a Bilbo/But he did pay his bills, though/Life will kill slow, so stay on the ball and focused/insulate yourself from the blitzkrieg of locusts/Why swim an ocean? Why chase a dream, asked Gene/on his knees deep in prayer asking What does this mean?/That was answered, Don't just play their game, live it/The message simmered and Gene stamped, mailed, and he delivered/Placate, opiate, know when to bow, when to shake/when to hate, when to imitate, when to litigate/so Gene climbed the ladder and he settled on a standard/To pursue and to stick to, why alter the pattern?/No matter if your sights are on a Jaguar or a Saturn/One spells redemption, one reeks of a spirit shattered/Pursue iniquity and get nabbed by Frank Drebin/all for trying to open a nude beach out in Yemen, just to have Forbes magazine fawn and give you credit/If you enjoy the open road on the set of the Truman show/go and suffer whiplash from roosting on a yo-yo/Gene had his bones thrown into the compost, by seeking to please those who would show boat/with a harpoon pointed at his throat, in the fucking role he co-wrote/Play the safe road and don't live to be remembered/as having taken sides on, say, the seventh of December
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