It makes no sense to me What humans are ready to do Just to become famous and rich Why don’t compete in a TV show But you’re just too blind to see You make yourself a laughing stock I just got something to say Wake the world and wake the dead
So if you are standing behind a fucking bar or If you’re locked up in a house for a fucking hundred days If you’re on an island and playing fucking games Can you look in my eyes and claim you’re proud of yourself I don’t think so you’re fuckin’ idiot
Your lack of skills makes you mad The itch for fame is so strong You’ll do anything they say To live your life in the tabloid press At every party you get drinks for free It feels so good to be the star How far are you ready to go To get your fifteen minutes of fame
If you are standing behind a fucking bar or If you’re locked up in a house for a fucking hundred days If you’re on an island and playing fucking games
All you’ve got is
Big tits and a nice face, but you don’t have a clue how to sing or how to dance You’ve got strong arms and a ponytail but you do not have a personality You want to run for the election show but you can only be the president of fools The president of fools