Guilty
We breathe out of key and wonder
if you can hear the awkwardness in these tremors
Draining, cutting this cancer out
Teeth gaping yet I make no sound
Six hammers and one sky, falling
Five lives dead and gone
Mediocrity in believing in everything
and this lack of will has buried them forever
Anarchy
When will I
will I be famous?
You're suitably at one with your body
and the sun
yes
you are!
You've read Karl Marx and you've taught yourself to dance
You're the best by far!
But you keep asking the question
oh
you're not supposed to mention.
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I see my picture in the paper?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I
will I be famous? You keep asking me
babe.
You're a slave to fashion and your life is full of passion
It's the way you are!
You've suffered for your art with the iogging in the park
You know you should go far!
But you keep asking the question
oh
you're not supposed to mention.
When will I
will I be famous? . . .
Oh
I can't tell you when you'll see your name up in lights.
When will I
will I be famous? You keep asking me
babe.
I can't wait!
You won't suffer in silence
You're a talent
you know that I've noticed
You'd like to be a legend
a big star over night!
I can't answer your question
- I can't wait -
it's driving me insane
And you're impossible in patience
tearing at my brain!
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.
When will I
will I be famous?
I can't answer
I can't answer that.