The Pathetic Anthem

Every performer is a preacher

- we need to make a living

By giving a piece of the pie

Look me in the eye - tell me you believing

Every performer is a preacher

Yeah we need to be adored

We'd say it's giving and getting love

But there are worms in this old dove

Where there are 2 and 2 together

They start point their hand

We're good - them bad

We're glad - them sad

It's all one - pretending

Some are really good in their preaching

Make me forget - all is respect

Fake untill you make the perfect mistake

And then hustle until your backbone brakes

Every performer is a preacher

But some I think are for real

Solid like brick or steel

The ones that make you feel

You got more love to give