It\'s time for you\'re make up.
Go out and fool the world.
Make a story about your life.
And tell everyone about it.

But when the show is over, and the make up has turnd pale.
When you realise that the way you look in the mirror will never change.
You try to hide in the wiskey you drink.
Suddenly youre face starts to get discoloured and you are slowly loosing grip.
You have now come to clarity, that you have to scratch the pitch.