If Nobody were king
Would Anybody be queen?
From what tree would they swing
If all their...subjects got mean?
If grunge was a sponge
Sucking up sound in Seattle
You'd be quaking, shaking
Your 1000 pound baby rattle!
FAME is a sickness
So very few survive
There is no quickness
That fades any faster
Blame is the one ruse
(Tell ya) - this ain't no jive
Where any excuse
Makes Nobody master!
Now if fame was a game
With a bloody scrimmage line
You'd name traces of faces
Down in the famous image mine
Down in the famous image mine
Down in the famous image mine
Fame's a game...unh?
Fame's a game...unh?
Fame's a game...unh?
(An epistle to...uh, wuzz'eirname - Bob Guccione, Jr.?)
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