THE PIANO PLAYS AS THE LIQUOR FLOWS,
IT CRUCIFIES THIS SINGER'S SOUL.
SHE'S A BACKDROP TO TABLE TALK.
IN THIS CRASS AND MASOCHISTIC ROLE.
SHE MIGHT AS WELL BE NAMELESS,
THE SONGS ALL SOUND THE SAME.
THE APPLAUSE ADDS TO THE RITUAL,
AS SHE PLAYS THIS MINDLESS GAME.
THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD IS MEDIOCRE,
CREATIVITY CHOKES ON THE COVER TUNE.
SHE ONCE DREAMED OF FAME AND FORTUNE,
BUT THERE'S NO HIGHWAY TO THE MOON.
THE SPOTLIGHT SEEMS SO BORING,
WHERE IS THE SPARK AND FIRE.
SHE MAY AS WELL BE NINE TO FIVE,
THIS PSEUDO-STAR HAS LOST HER DESIRE.
IT CRUCIFIES THIS SINGER'S SOUL.
SHE'S A BACKDROP TO TABLE TALK.
IN THIS CRASS AND MASOCHISTIC ROLE.
SHE MIGHT AS WELL BE NAMELESS,
THE SONGS ALL SOUND THE SAME.
THE APPLAUSE ADDS TO THE RITUAL,
AS SHE PLAYS THIS MINDLESS GAME.
THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD IS MEDIOCRE,
CREATIVITY CHOKES ON THE COVER TUNE.
SHE ONCE DREAMED OF FAME AND FORTUNE,
BUT THERE'S NO HIGHWAY TO THE MOON.
THE SPOTLIGHT SEEMS SO BORING,
WHERE IS THE SPARK AND FIRE.
SHE MAY AS WELL BE NINE TO FIVE,
THIS PSEUDO-STAR HAS LOST HER DESIRE.
WAYNE MANNION
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS
PLATINUM BULLET LYRICS
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