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Pop idol

 

Milk the applause, savour the day;
You only have thirty seconds left,
Of your fifteen minutes of fame.
Another band falls off the conveyor belt;
It’s time for you to be replaced, by another covers band.


Another wanna-bee; another piece of human trash,
Who simply follows the money.
In search of their star, in the music hall of fame.
Do you seriously think, you can last the pace?
And make another album that sells like your first?
You naïve fool, that’s what they call consumerism
And you’re definitely not, a new sensation.


You’re just another advertisement,
For their hit T.V. show, with the losers and the freaks.
Don’t you realize you’re only a star of car crash T.V.?


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