You had a chance to go around the world But you had to be a silly bird A revelation wouldn't matter much to you
Silly bird, you bought a lousy dream You took a number from the star machine The star machine is spitting numbers out on you
You leave your family and some friends behind It wasn't long until you lost your mind The star machine is doing fine but how are you? You tell the world you had to fire the band Your little world has gotten out of hand The star machine will hand your ass right back to you
You say you want it, you say you need it You say it's everything you ever wanna be The star machine is coming down on you
Now it's getting hot in here I'm doing everything you want me to But nothing's ever good enough for you You suck the life right out of me
You say you want it, you say you need it You say it's everything you ever wanna be The star machine is coming down on you
You told your story, how you were treated You couldn't handle it and now you feel defeated The star machine is taking all the life from you
Compositor: Robert Arthur Mould (Mould Bob) (BMI)Editor: Granary Music (BMI)Administração: Bourgoise-music Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15589636 em 12/Abr/2024