Showtime

Oh man, here comes trouble
Someone's burst your bubble yet again
No point in complaining
It's just wasted effort in the end
Jot down all your options
Lovehearts, just like doodles on a page
Oh man, we're in trouble
It's Showtime again

I think you should know you're not where it's at
You're open to any sudden heart attack
I think should know you're starting to snap
You're saying it's red when I've been seeing it black
From what I can see there's no one to blame
Except for yourself when your excuse is so lame
It's back to the pack, back to the scene
Back to the place you never wanted to be

Now I'm lost in Vegas
Well-thumbed and insatiable again
Quick march on the double
Dumb struck (Dumb enough to take you on)
Won't you take my hand dear
Punch drunk, lead me to the Milky Way
Update Facebook status
It's Showtime again

I think you should know you're not where it's at
You're open to any sudden heart attack
I think you should know you're starting to snap
You're saying it's red when I've been seeing it black
From what I can see there's no one to blame
Except for yourself when your excuse is so lame
And so it's back to the pack, back to the scene
Back to the place you never wanted to be

Do you know where you're going? Do you feel the same as me?
In your dutiful direction you'll go on and on and on and on and on...

I think you should know you're not where it's at
You're open to any sudden heart attack
I think you should know you're starting to snap
You're saying it's red when I've been seeing it black
From what I can see there's no one to blame
Except for yourself when your excuse is so lame
And so it's back to the pack, back to the scene
Back to the place you never wanted to be

Woo-hoo hoo-hoo!



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Hart
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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