Showtime lyrics

Artist  : Chisel Cold 
Song : Showtime



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Showtime
Hang a guitar on my shoulder
Check
the vacant drooling faces round the
room
Another heartbreak battle
And I'm only
getting older
Jesus help me when I say I'll
give it all up pretty soon
Daytime
Time to
fight the morning's headache
Gulp an aspirin
bang together one more song
Inspiration
cauterised
By years of useeless
heartache
Every shallow nights reaction
sounding twisted up and wrong

These last
years
Years gone down to the
showtime

Showtime
Try to catch the
spark
That got me hooked so many years ago and
died
Second-rate musicians
Feeding infantile
illusions
Reading music magazines to keep the
habit satisfied
Pitching
To some
demographic average
What the hell he's staying
home for, I don't see him here tonight
Thirteen
years and over
Tuned to radio between the
hours
Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer's
delight

These last years
Years gone down
to the showtime

I never knew it could
be
So misleading
Waiting for the final song
to end
In this dirty nightclub
All the souls
are bleeding
Reaching for the big
decision
Disco floor or television
Time and
time again
You hear the so-called
friends
The smug de-facto critics in their
movie backdrop cities
Sneering sitdown and
listen
Life's a lonely escalator
It's a
fool who doesn't know he has to leap off at the
end
Well they were never at the
guesthouse
With the ghost of Jimmy
Rodgers
Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back
in 1959
And they'll all be gone when the end is
come
And I'm kneeling in the backroom
Crying
Lord I'm just a trouper, let me play it one more
time