Purson - Tragic Catastrophe lyrics

In a dusty attic, he found a magazine Full of gods and heroes, of deities and queens He took it as his bible, with religion in his eyes He saw his life before him, he saw his name in lights And what will become of him? This day and age has no time for a dinosaur taking the stage It's a tragic catastrophe 'Cause there's nothing else that he can do Choirs of computer sing The mannequins played guitar so convincingly tonight The man says "Boy get a real job Take off all of that make-up" He wipes the tears and glitter from his tired and aching eyes To the easy life, the faceless race, he never will resign Life is cruel and we all die, but he takes it on the chin With the sweet majestic feeling of a chourus kicking in And what will become of him? This day and age has no time for a dinosaur taking the stage It's a tragic catastrophe 'Cause there's nothing else that he can do Choirs of computer sing The mannequins played guitar so convincingly tonight The man says "Boy get a real job Take off all of that make-up" Choirs of computer sing The mannequins played guitar so convincingly tonight The man says "Boy get a real job Take off all of that make-up" La la la