Grand Finale

A lotta' people talk about the many metaphors
What a stellar way of marketing a couple story boards
Get a couple colored pencils an eraser or two
Then before you even notice you're a big cartoon

Well it happened all around me and before I was hip
They put some crazy ass computer graphic microchips
With a dude in isolation and the comic reel
So the audience believes the way they think they feel, wait

Thought I was Aladdin but maybe I'm Jafar
How did this shit happen to a movie star
Wasn't I Mufasa, what the fuck I'm Scar
Check out the grand finale it's my au revoir

Now I kind of always thought I was the belle of the ball
And someone else was the beast but baby now I recall
My magic carpet is sunk, the talking teapots have quit
My luck is just about out I guess I gotta' admit

So if it's all about perspective and the narrative voice
Could I get another chance to be the popular choice
Or has the illustrator spoken with her circles and lines
And have the viewers seen it all and all but made up their minds

Thought I was Aladdin but maybe I'm Jafar
How did this shit happen to a movie star
Wasn't I Mufasa, what the fuck I'm Scar
Check out the grand finale it's my au revoir

And my mama told me it will all be alright in the end
But baby it's not alright so we just have to pretend
Eat the red pill and the blue pill and the red pill and then
Watch your nose it's gonna' grow until you're honest again

OK I'm talking to the mirror and the map on the wall
And if I'm getting any answers are they lucid at all
I'm not the fairest nor the cleanest, better try to get smart
Never mind all the dalmatians I got fleas in my heart