Owen - On With the Show lyrics
[Owen - On With the Show lyrics]
A crucified villain, middle-aged
I memorized my lines and taught myself to cry
So on with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before
I have no more
This is a cold for which I could not brave
To to the bone, to the heart
To be taken to my grave
And I foolishly thought you'd thaw eventually
On with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Is it my imagination or have
We been here before?
I recognize those hopeless eyes
And tired lines
And every spike on the floor reminds me
Where I should be
This is the role I was born to fake
It's not a choice I made
So on with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before
Are out the door
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