He is a liar
Don't believe the flyer
He dreams about fame
Wants to make a name
There is not a bit of truth
In this whole of froth
My ticket is to heaven
But I want to get even
There is nothing I wouldn't do
To get out of this zoo
Time is getting late
He wants to seal my fate
There is only so much hope
As you are able to cope
His head is full of worms
Conditioned by wrong terms
You can smell the fruit
Worse than every brute
I don't know what to do
Is this my waterloo?
Don't believe the flyer
He dreams about fame
Wants to make a name
There is not a bit of truth
In this whole of froth
My ticket is to heaven
But I want to get even
There is nothing I wouldn't do
To get out of this zoo
Time is getting late
He wants to seal my fate
There is only so much hope
As you are able to cope
His head is full of worms
Conditioned by wrong terms
You can smell the fruit
Worse than every brute
I don't know what to do
Is this my waterloo?