Is this ambition or something I lack? I bow to an empty room. Nothing bows back. Smile for the cheap seats. Show them your teeth. Right. Who wants to see something stupid? (Dum-da-da, dum-da-da) I've juggled knives for beer and tips, Pulled dirty jokes from painted lips. The landlord says I've got a gift. He'd rather have the rent, the prick. I've played the bars that clean with spit, Been paid to stop, then charged to sit. But give me half a decent band, I'll bring the house down. If it stands. Got my pageant form, my borrowed coat, A whole damn future in my throat. They say, “Another imp with dreams.” Well, someone's got to sell the screams. Oh, Mammon! (Mammon!) Let me be your star. I've made a little last this long. Imagine what I'd do with more. Oh, Mammon! (Mammon!) Put me on the bill. I'll make them laugh until it hurts. I'll smile until it kills. Make me matter. Make me sell. Make me someone Down in Hell. Saw Robo Fizz at Loo Loo Land, Thought, “Fuck, that thing knows how to land.” Bought the cheap cap, learned the routine, Then wrote my own. I've got some pride. Don't look so pleased. I've heard the warnings. Heard them twice. A grin like his comes with a price. But when you've worked for scraps this long, A bigger cage looks less like one. Put my face on something cheap. Sell a version that won't sleep. I'll wave at me on every shelf. At least one me can feed himself. Oh, Mammon! (Mammon!) Let me be your star. I've made a little last this long. Imagine what I'd do with more. Oh, Mammon! (Mammon!) Put me on the bill. I'll make them laugh until it hurts. I'll smile until it kills. Make me matter. Make me sell. Make me someone Down in Hell. (Da-da-dum, da-da-dum) (Bigger smile!) (Da-da-dum, da-da-dum) (One more time!) I know he doesn't love his clowns. I know what keeps him coming round. I'm not a fool. I know the deal. But wanting me for something Would still feel fucking real. Take the face. Keep the name. Change the costume. Sell the same. If I'm laughing, If I'm paid, Does it matter What you take? Oh, Mammon! (Mammon!) Look at me this time. Not the logo on my jacket. Not the contract. Meet my eyes. Oh, Mammon! (Mammon!) Tell me I was good. Just once without the sales report. I knew you fucking could. Make me matter. Make me sell. Make me someone Down in Hell. Is this ambition or something I lack? A room full of laughter. I wait at the back. Did he ask for me? By name?
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