Текст песни
Set in his ways
To see out the end of days
Delusions of grandeur
At least the gig pays
It is the control freak
Whose method is imperfect
A single-minded mortal
Who's lost all perspective
The band played
It ain't best practice
It's just a kind of madness
It ain't standard procedure
In fact it's kind of tragic
A harried down-the-view
Disciples stand in queue
A kind of cult leader
Unremarkable guru
And then the band sing
It's a feeble compromise
As we all swallow smiles
Play pretend our lives
As we tell little lies
It's a feeble compromise
As we all swallow smiles
Play pretend our lives
As we tell little lies
Obsessed with intricacies
Can't see the forest for the trees
Agonizing over detail
Blind to realities
Lost in his own universe
Convinced the world agrees
Each one treads a lone path
That no one else believes
Then the band sings
It's a feeble compromise
As we all swallow smiles
Play pretend our lives
As we tell little lies
It's a feeble compromise
And we're just drawing flies
Play pretend our lives
As we tell little lies