Waiting for a miracle,
Something that'll lift you when you're down
'Cause I'm around
Tower blocks fill my backyard,
Playground tax, inflate the dumping ground
The sirens sound,
You're around
You can take your time as the years fly by,
And we tell you're fake by the look in your eye.
I've seen your face in a music magazine.
Sell yourself to the media course,
Pitch your wagon to my horse.
I've seen your face in a music magazine, baby.
Prostitute, don't prophesize,
Eat your words 'cause they won't sympathise,
They're parasites.
Practise what you wouldn't preach,
How comes he seems obitrary to me?
Talk is cheap. You don't speak.
You can take your time as the years fly by,
And we tell you're fake by the look in your eye.
I've seen your face in a music magazine.
Sell yourself to the media course,
Pitch your wagon to my horse.
I've seen your face in a music magazine, baby, baby.
Seen your face in a music magazine.
Lalala lalala lalala la lalala.
Been your face in a music magazine, baby.
Maybe.