Compensation for the little man Just aint what it used to be Hillside lounge at the edge of town A breathing man youd swear was dead Hes alone in smoke that turns to stone He lives a lie Sailing sunsets on a carbon heart Can burn away just like your dreams Underpaid and you cant get laid A meteoric fall from grace Have you any secrets to share For bailing out when you were scared Image is not enough I know theres better things Theres a man who lives in Hollywood And he dont know his time is gone Seems just fine while he blows his mind But that dont count when you cant score Hes around a ghost in his ghost town He will shine no more
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