To Catch a Snipe

I guess I should start
With the rising scene
Over the city
The busiest extras sit drinking their tea
Driving hard to be seen
Not quite stars
But well on their way
Through mechanical breathing
And controllable thinking
But enough about no ones
Back to my show
I'll tell you a story
About someone I know

When he sang out,
"Well everyone's whispering about
Things that shouldn't matter
All they care about
Is who they came with to the show
Here's your lights
Hear them right they go"

What does he think that he's trying to prove
Oh, and where does he get off using those moves
It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight
Baby, there ain't room for two

"Kill the lights," he screams
"Watch me shout," he sings
"La-la da-da dada-da
Where there's a way from the stage
To the top of the world
I'll be there"

Watch me turn all these notes into welts
And to how could the crowd be so blind dead without you
Well remind them much longer
In spite of their laughter
He knows the one who laughs last
Is the one who laughs loudest

What does he think that he's trying to prove
Oh, and where does he get off using those moves
It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight
Baby, there ain't room for two

"Kill the lights," he screams
"Watch me shout," he sings
"La-la da-da dada-da
Where there's a way from the stage
To the top of the world
I'll be there

Enough is enough
No more time for show
Brains is mine racing
Life is bull to us
Fed up with these games
No more reaching or needing
These not-quite friends
They make a puppet out of me
They'll make a puppet out of anything

The pocket full of strings
And an awesome old wig
In a matter of time they'll be screaming his name
He could smell the sweet roses
Sail toward the stage
Now the house lights are dimming
Show is beginning
Please take your seats while we thank you for coming
One more last thing
I raised up our hands as I make them all sing