Tinseltown

Lyrics

Could have been a contender Could have been the new Bond Could have been some kind of Jesus Or a dyed-in classic blonde He could have been a high flyer But he could not get his head Nor heels above the water Became a falling star instead, instead Now he's laid out flat by publicity With all his defenses down Somewhere between an angel and a clown Meanwhile back in Tinseltown The men who put the stars in space Pray to the god of high finance And give the beast a sexy face There's a wounded genie in the bottle A fire where the ice is thin A drunken soul dancing a waltz On the head of a pin Once his eyes were a winning blue But the bird flew from his hand Now he's a somnambulist on a precipice Leaning on a crutch of sand Crutch of sand Crutch of sand Crutch of sand Crutch of sand Meanwhile back in Tinseltown The men who put the stars in space Fight for the rights to his story And win with a fifth ace And the bright, bright lights in Tinseltown Didn't even dim When the news of his expiry On the radio came in For no one weeps in Tinseltown The stars are hard in Tinseltown And the favorite can fall in Tinseltown Your biggest dream is made small in Tinseltown When you go to the wall in Tinseltown 'Cause you got to walk tall in Tinseltown You got to walk, then crawl in Tinseltown When you're on a roll in Tinseltown You got to be in control in Tinseltown Got to give up your soul in Tinseltown Give up your soul in Tinseltown In Tinseltown In Tinseltown In Tinseltown In Tinseltown You watch the stars drown