.
.
.
No one really knows
No one really knows
The price of fame
Put it in your pocket
.
Staring at the wall
Staring at the hall
The same old job
It's not the right profession
.
I don't want to tell you more
I see you're heading towards the door
Acting like an innocent
There's one more act that follows this
.
It's hard to change

It's hard to change
.
Tearing up your shoes
Tearing up your clothes
You can't afford
To ruin your possessions
.
Ringing rags and knees
Ringing cash and fleas
You won't sustain
It's not the right profession
.
Staring at the radi

There's one more song before I go
Your mother says your friends are trash
No she's nice, it's not like that
.
It's hard to change
It's hard to change
.