Watch children cry, the pageant sells the lie, third place isn't winning, you know.

Needle is first, the pressure and the thirst, for the skeleton's foe.

I am so thin -skinned, don't scratch the surface, please let me live within, within a second.

Little dreams come crashing, let them wave in passing,

cause fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.

And you'll be with spasters, women's and blackbusters,

but fame won't have you like a brother, like a lover should.

No, no, fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.

No, no, fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.

Searched in your eyes, some glimmer of light, top dancing for one million miles.

I look for the smiles, hoping in them I'd find, validation for my futile existence.

I am so thin -skinned, don't scratch the surface, please let me live within, within a second.

Little dreams come crashing, let them wave in passing,

cause fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.

And you'll be with spasters, women's and blackbusters,

but fame won't have you like a brother, like a lover should.

No, no, fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.

No, no, fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.

No, no, fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.

No, no, fame won't have you like a mother, like a father should.