Texty: Clawfinger. 15 Minutes Of Fame.

Any way the wind seems to blow is where you always end up turning your nose,
well I suppose you wanna go where the incrowd goes & know everything the
in crowd knows,
saying everything right,you keep you image tight with everyone you meet and
greet
but the truth of it all is that it's easy to fall if you can't stand on your
own fucking feet

You're so busy kissing everyone's ass you haven't noticed that your nose
is brown,
well you're the clown of the town but you think you're going up well I can
promise you you're going down,
so stop wasting your time becos you're way out of line, it's all imaginary
fame,
you're not wearing a crown & the only place you'll ever be famous in is in
your own brain

fifteen minutes of being famous
A whole lifetime of being aimless
fifteen minutes of being famous You're on your way to fame
A whole lifetime of being aimless you've made yourself a name

Someone always has to lose his seat so that somebody else can win,
and I really don't think that you're smart enough to understand which seat
you're in,
you can't win If you're not strong enough to stand for something cos' someone
else will stand on you,
no matter what you do all you're ever gonna be is just another ass that they
can screw

fifteen minutes of being famous You're on your way to fame
A whole lifetime of being aimless you've made yourself a name
fifteen minutes of being famous the spotlight is aimed at you
A whole lifetime of being aimless and then it's somebody new

You suck celebrity cock so you can make it to the top you co-operate what
ever the vice,
but when you reach the top all you can do is drop and that's when you start
paying the price,
it's paradise when you go from rags to wearing riches suddenly everyone is
your friend,
but the money only talks while your legacy walks and then you're back to
wearing rags again.

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