You're too wired and strung out
on the string
Treated like a rock star and all the fame it
could bring
You're past is here to haunt your troubled
spirit and desperate mind
Today could be the day where you would be
better off alive
They forgot you in the city when your accent
wasn't right
They left you high and dry when your hair
was colored too bright
They wanted you to leave your friends and
let new baggage in
They told you to turn it down a notch
and
cast away your sin
Cast away your sin
Cast away your sin
Now it's too late for anyone to notice
The radio never plays that song
Your fifteen minutes have long been up
Now you're coming to me so I could help you
along
I forgot the words to your song
You're over the edge and past the panic
switch
All your former fans call you a shallow
bitch
Now the papers and the wave are like a
psychedelic itch
There's no medication to cure your twitch
They forgot you in the city when your accent
wasn't right
They left you high and dry when your hair
was colored too bright
They wanted you to leave your friends and
let new baggage in
They told you to turn it down a notch
and
cast away your sin
Cast away your sin
Cast away your sin
© 3/23/07 Bruce Clifford
