The Show Must Go On

Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?

Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah!
Inside my heart is breaking,
my make-up may be flaking,
but my smile, still, stays on!

Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
i must be warmer now...
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
but inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!

The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah, yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking...
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah!

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
i can fly, my friends!

The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!

I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
on with the show!

The Show must go on.

Dear Mr. President.

Dear Mr. President,
come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
you're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
and tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
no child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
while you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
you've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
minimum wage with a baby on the way
let me tell you 'bout hard work
rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
let me tell you 'bout hard work
building a bed out of a cardboard box
let me tell you 'bout hard work
hard work
hard work
you don't know nothing 'bout hard work
hard work
hard work.

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
you'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

Part of the queue.

Suddenly i found that i lost my way in the city, streets in the thousands all the colors bleed into one. Fall down the heaven wont help me, call out no one would hear. All of a sudden i lost my outta the city.
Stand tall, stand proud. Every beginning is breaking it's promise, i'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town.
The names and the faces in the places they mean nothing to me, 'cos all they can do to be part of the queue in this town. Fall down, heaven wont help me, call out no one will hear. People tomorrow they say "Well i say what a pity"
Stand tall, stand proud. Every beginning is breaking it's promise, i'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town.
Stand tall, stand proud. Every beginning is breaking it's promise, i'm having trouble just finding my soul in this town. Finding my soul in this town. Keep on trying. It's alright.