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At the record company meeting
On their hands, a dead star
And oh, the plans they weave
And oh, the sickening greed
At the record company party
On their hands, a dead star
The sycophantic slags all say
"I knew him first, and I knew him well"
Re-issue, re-package, re-package
Re-evaluate the songs
Double pack with a photograph
Extra track, and the tacky badge
A-list playlist
Please them, please them
Please them, sadly, this was your life
But you could have said no
If you'd wanted to
You could have said no
If you'd wanted to
BPI, MTV, BBC
Please them, please them
Sadly, this was your life
But you could have said no
If you'd wanted to
You could have walked away
Couldn't you?
I touched you at the soundcheck
You had no real way of knowing
In my heart, I begged, "Please, take me with you"
I don't care where you're going
But to you, I was faceless
I was fawning, I was boring
And got child from those ugly new houses
Who could never begin to know
Who could never really know
Best of, most of
Satiate the need
Slip them into different sleeves
Buy both, and feel deceived
Climber, new entry, re-entry
World tour, media whore
Please, the Press in Belgium
This was your life
And when it fails to recoup
Well, maybe
You just haven't earned it yet, baby
I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck
You're just the same as I am
What makes most people feel happy
Leads us headlong into harm
So, in my bedroom, in those ugly new houses
I dance my legs down to the knees
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
At the record company meeting
On their hands, at last, a dead star
They never taint you in my eyes
They can never touch you now
No, they cannot hurt you, my darling
They cannot touch you now
But me and my true love
Will never meet again