To Catch a Snipe

I guess I should start With the rising scene Over the city The busiest extras sit drinking their tea Driving hard to be seen Not quite stars But well on their way Through mechanical breathing And controllable thinking But enough about no ones Back to my show I'll tell you a story About someone I know When he sang out, "Well everyone's whispering about Things that shouldn't matter All they care about Is who they came with to the show Here's your lights Hear them right they go" What does he think that he's trying to prove Oh, and where does he get off using those moves It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight Baby, there ain't room for two "Kill the lights," he screams "Watch me shout," he sings "La-la da-da dada-da Where there's a way from the stage To the top of the world I'll be there" Watch me turn all these notes into welts And to how could the crowd be so blind dead without you Well remind them much longer In spite of their laughter He knows the one who laughs last Is the one who laughs loudest What does he think that he's trying to prove Oh, and where does he get off using those moves It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight Baby, there ain't room for two "Kill the lights," he screams "Watch me shout," he sings "La-la da-da dada-da Where there's a way from the stage To the top of the world I'll be there Enough is enough No more time for show Brains is mine racing Life is bull to us Fed up with these games No more reaching or needing These not-quite friends They make a puppet out of me They'll make a puppet out of anything The pocket full of strings And an awesome old wig In a matter of time they'll be screaming his name He could smell the sweet roses Sail toward the stage Now the house lights are dimming Show is beginning Please take your seats while we thank you for coming One more last thing I raised up our hands as I make them all sing