This Is My Show
Kiss me
Just pretend
This is my show
You want me?
Here, listen
This is my show
I can't hear you over their screams
This is my show
I can't hear you over anything
This is my show
Oh, baby, oh no
The company's mad, now I've got to go
Oh, baby, oh, this is my show
I was born into this life
I sing of beauty, death, and vice
I don't know what you're looking for
I know you want something, tell me what
I'm the river, you're a piranha
Sixty seconds more, and I'm bored, yeah
Your skin is torn up, chewed, and scarred
Lonely, broke-down barbiturate doll
I can't fit inside your claws anymore
I can feel it coming in
I can hear the drums begin
Clean your makeup and dry your eyes (two, three, four)
Kiss me
Just pretend
This is my show
You want me?
Here, listen
This is my show
I can't hear you over their screams
This is my show
I can't hear you over anything
This is my show
Oh, baby, oh no
The company's mad, now I've got to go
Oh, baby, oh, this is my show
I'm wrapped in the flag when I go to sleep
The world lies hungry at my feet
I'd have wings, they'd say, if I'd take it any higher
My skin and my blood are like fire
The glamour and lust seeps out from my bones
The sunshine is lovely in my monochrome
I got my windows down when I drive up the coast
And my glasses are darker than most
Laying back on my bed of pearls
From here, it seems, I can see the whole world
My hand is held by none but mine own
The music, she tells me that I'm not alone
Kiss me
Just pretend
This is my show
You want me?
Here, listen
This is my show
I can't hear you over their screams
This is my show
I can't hear you over anything
This is my show
Oh, baby, oh no
The company's mad, now I've got to go
Oh, baby, oh, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
This is my show
This is my show
Just pretend
This is my show
You want me?
Here, listen
This is my show
I can't hear you over their screams
This is my show
I can't hear you over anything
This is my show
Oh, baby, oh no
The company's mad, now I've got to go
Oh, baby, oh, this is my show
I was born into this life
I sing of beauty, death, and vice
I don't know what you're looking for
I know you want something, tell me what
I'm the river, you're a piranha
Sixty seconds more, and I'm bored, yeah
Your skin is torn up, chewed, and scarred
Lonely, broke-down barbiturate doll
I can't fit inside your claws anymore
I can feel it coming in
I can hear the drums begin
Clean your makeup and dry your eyes (two, three, four)
Kiss me
Just pretend
This is my show
You want me?
Here, listen
This is my show
I can't hear you over their screams
This is my show
I can't hear you over anything
This is my show
Oh, baby, oh no
The company's mad, now I've got to go
Oh, baby, oh, this is my show
I'm wrapped in the flag when I go to sleep
The world lies hungry at my feet
I'd have wings, they'd say, if I'd take it any higher
My skin and my blood are like fire
The glamour and lust seeps out from my bones
The sunshine is lovely in my monochrome
I got my windows down when I drive up the coast
And my glasses are darker than most
Laying back on my bed of pearls
From here, it seems, I can see the whole world
My hand is held by none but mine own
The music, she tells me that I'm not alone
Kiss me
Just pretend
This is my show
You want me?
Here, listen
This is my show
I can't hear you over their screams
This is my show
I can't hear you over anything
This is my show
Oh, baby, oh no
The company's mad, now I've got to go
Oh, baby, oh, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
Oh, baby, oh no, this is my show
This is my show
This is my show
Credits
Writer(s): Gus Ralston
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