Mr Lonely at the Top

I can smell but sheer infection
in the pigsty of fame

tell me about success
Mr Lonely at the Top
you used to collect fantasies

tell me about your love
Mr Lonely at the Top
you used to cherish fantasies

You can sell your bones to the butcher
sell your spine to a snail
I can smell but sheer infection
in the pigsty of fame

Belgium's great for battlefield business
don't bring your face behind the scene
leave it smiling on the fencepost, partner
and come inside, take a seat

it took a lot of sweat and lies to cross the bay
to the exotic beach of fame
the ferry service made you pay
and now you're charging them the same

tell me about success
Mr Lonely at the Top
you used to collect fantasies

tell me about your love
Mr Lonely at the Top
you used to cherish fantasies