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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Har Mar Superstar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Tillmann
Songwriter
John Fields
Songwriter
歌詞
Turn it on
Are you listening?
This is Har Mar Superstar
And I wrote the chorus to this song with you in mind
So maybe check it out
And join my team on album four
Confirm it, book it, put it on my card
Any excuse to cut that off your travels so far
Away from the crimes, the crowds I've slain
Now what's a better cage? This airplane on my brain
It's plain to see the gilded chains in my heart
Fool's gold sold, we ripped your home apart
Or pierced like a dart, the pussy ring on the tart
Who took the role of carriage to my donkey-pulling cart
Just one more step, I swear, it's mine
But the burden gets bigger and the weight of my mind
Combined with the fact that y'all broke the pact
Keep up all the hard work, dog, we got your back
Nice act, little whores, here's a way to the door
The dollar signs replace your eyes for work I paid you for
But still you want more like a fire on the floor
It's either extinguish or stop, drop and roll out
Way back in the day
Things were all the same
Without the attitude and fame
Some learned how to play (Play)
Yeah, we got with the game (Game)
Others chose to back down
The road that they came
Let it all out now
Like huh!
Here come the second verse
You can turn the other cheek until I go away
Damn, I left once, it's not like I'm about to stay
Confined, stuck in time, a line with no aim
I've been workin' hard for change while you remain the same
That's fine, I got mine, you can skate the lines
Snowball, y'all, like back in '89
The highs, they got high with a girl by your side
But even the sweetest bird is gonna have to fly
So back to the flock, their peeps, their dreams
Be it better weather or the corner of the rink
Just think every time you wish your life was mine
The boulder keeps on gettin' bigger every step you climb
Don't look behind, the vertigo's a sign
We could've worked this out if we had kept it side by side
Two for the ride, there's nowhere left to hide
Like Sisyphus, you raise your fists and keep it even high
Way back in the day
Things were all the same
Without the attitude and fame
Some learned how to play (Play)
Yeah, we got with the game (Game)
Others chose to back down
The road that they came
Way back in the day
Things were all the same
Without the attitude and fame
Some learned how to play (Play)
Yeah, we got with the game (Game)
Others chose to back down
The road that they came
Written by: John Fields, Sean Tillmann


