Like a puppet on a string
Like a monkey on a swing
Man is clinging to the ropes
Of the fantasies and hopes
We are dangling
He's so eager to believe
And so easily decieved
Like a baby watching magic, he's so gullible its tragic
In a word "naive"
[Chorus]
Life is nothing but showbizness in 1994
We fight for the spotlight, we k** for "encore"
Life is nothing but showbizness, the world's a cabaret
We live for the fortune, we die for the fame
(Shake)- Like the bleary eyed baboon
To an organ-grinder's tune
Mankind screamies, for whatever bits of dreamies
We might treat them to
A computer for a heart
Make him stop or make him start
Feeding him emotion, while we feed on his devotion
And he calls it "art"
Chours x1