Loud Crowd

Get up off of my face I'm sick Stand up off of my head You're sick Jump off the train to ego city Offer your plane to fame Twenty-five years of fake fake feeling Gradually ennamed It ain't easy at the top It ain't easy at the bottom I will not philosophise I've forgotten More than you can memorize Memorize It ain't easy on a high It ain't easy on a low Now is just one of those times I wish I had enough time To kill the television End of transmission End of transmission End of transmission End of transmission