クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Steven Steedman
Songwriter
albi ceno banks ingram
Songwriter
歌詞
Here we go Harrison it's show time
And again you've neglected to learn your lines
Furthermore you left your costume at home
For the last time
This is not a dress rehearsal
This isn't even opening night We're four weeks in
You're still eight behind
Take another look at yourself in the mirror
Take a motherfucking bow my friend
Give yourself a good old pat on the back
Cause with relentless mediocrity
No one in the world is going to care
Every day you say tomorrow
Is another day squandered
And the show must go on in stride
Don't fuck this up again
This is your last chance
Face the reality you've got to
Pick yourself up with your own two hands
That's okay that's what they're made for
Face the reality you've got to
Figure this one out all on your own but
That's okay you've done that before
Step onto the tracks and face it head on
Don't flinch for a second
For fuck's sake this is what your hands were made for
Precipitate your mind from the clouds now Harrison
You met your fate when you showed up 43 minutes late
For the last two weeks of rehearsal
You're not on stage this time
But you've still got a critical role to portray
Let the ripples in the bottle of practice erupt
From your own blood sweat and tears
Take another look at yourself in the mirror
Take a motherfucking bow my friend
Give yourself a good old pat on the back
Cause with relentless mediocrity
No one in the world is going to care
Every day you say tomorrow
Is another day squandered
And the show must go on in stride
Don't fuck this up again
This is your last chance
Face the reality you've got to
Pick yourself up with your own two hands
That's okay thats what they're made for
Face the reality you've got to
Figure this one out all on your own but
That's okay you've done that before
Step onto the tracks and face it head on
Don't flinch for a second
For fuck's sake this is what your hands were made for
It's time
To pick yourself up now Harrison
The lessons are crystal clear
Lift your chin up
Tuck in that bottom lip
Don't miss out
There's a whole goddamned world out there
Pick yourself up off the ground now Harrison
It's only up to you to stop the rainfall
Climb above the clouds and look to new horizons
This is what your hands were made for
Written by: Joseph Steven Steedman, albi ceno banks ingram
