You were born to entertain
And you chose to stand upon my stage.
Oh no, oh no. Oh…
Born along the great white plains,
Talent coursing through your every vein.
Oh no, oh no. Oh…
And I can’t help but think that you’re insane.
But with every single thing that you’ve obtained I’ll say:
Are you entertained?
Silver spoon in your mouth with a serrated edge,
Pack up head south to the critical sledge,
Oh no, oh no. Oh…
Warm hearts for a living, entertain for a life
Consume all you want, our abundance so rife.
Oh no, oh no. Oh…
Every once in a while you’ll be free
But an entertainer’s what you’ve come to be
So take a walk, your talent is your cane
But a question’s still lurking in your brain.
credits
from Magazine Avenue,
released May 17, 2010
written by David:
