- cifra
Wait
Don’t hold your breath for goodness’ sake
Nobody’s home
But you’ve got
Parliaments filled with parasites
Plus marquees with your name in lights
A star is born, and that's the trade
For everyone you know
Let's go paint the town
On our way home
The blinking lights
Are breaking bones
Cast all your spells
And there you have
That good old fashion razzmatazz
Oh
You broke my heart again
You climbed up on your ivory tower
And paid off all my friends
And now well
Some things just cannot be fixed
With sparkled tongues
And politics
In a fascist little paradox
We all become anonymous
Let's go paint the town
On our way home
The blinking lights
Are breaking bones
Cast all your spells
And there you have
That good old fashion razzmatazz
Let's go paint the town
On our way home
The blinking lights
Are breaking bones
Cast all your spells
And there you have
That good old fashion
Razzmatazz
