Lyrics

(One, two, three) Well, you've never come this far before Strange to think with one cigarette That the record will be set The most that anyone can get inside their mouth And it's never been this hard before The veins are bulging in your neck But even if you break the record It's a fifty-dollar check that you won't cash Fame so fleeting That already there's a kid out there Well on his way to bеating you You keep trying You say the day that you stop living life's the day that you start dying And you just don't plan to go And it's nеver been this hard before Your concentration almost broke We could see you start to choke Man, you don't even smoke, what are you doing? For fame so fleeting Consisting mainly of a knack For finding meaning in such meaningless things But you keep trying You say the day that you stop living life's the day that you start dying And you just don't plan to go You may never come this far again And now, for all the effort that it took Your name goes in a book That nobody ever looks at but you Fame so fleeting The very second that you grasp it It is already retreating from you And no one understands It's not the money or the fans Neither one will touch your hands You say the day that you stop living life's the day that you start dying But you just don't plan to go