Fiction Plane Author Lies
Break down and cry like this
Theres worse things but it still stings
When you cames on the audience hissed
But this plays it's conviently simple
Theres gotta be a winner and its not you
The front-row sitters has his problem too
The author lies
Bitter forces and lame racehorses
You'll never work in this town
I don't expect you to ever be so wrecked
Don't ask me to be there at your side
There's a half hour wait and I'm growing impatient
Give me some food that is easy to chew
I feel so zen when I do things that are easy
Paint him a color, make him one or the other
Or spin him on your finger like your talented brother
The author lied
Bitter forces and lame racehorses
You'll never work in this town
I don't expect you to ever be so wrecked
The author lies
Bitter forces and lame racehorses
You'll never work in this town
I don't expect you to ever be so wrecked
Today
We start again
Today
We start again
We start again
We start again
We start again
The author lies
Bitter forces and lame racehorses
You'll never work in this town
I don't expect you to ever be so wrecked
The author lies
Bitter forces and lame racehorses
You'll never work in this town
I don't expect you to ever be so wrecked
You're singing a song
Bitter forces and lame racehorses
You're singing a song
I don't expect you to ever be so wrecked
You're singing a song
Bitter forces and lame racehorses
You're singing a song
I don't expect
