More Gimmicks
So tell me what it takes to join the fold
To get that contract before I grow old
Well it's interesting but sorry it'd never sell
Thanks for considering us at K-TEL
So I shlock and rob out a set of songs
They cut like a knife through emotional rain
(The power of love takes my breath away)
Get an image of leather and a red bandana
Ten crucifixs and a Harley bike (baseball hat - backwards of course)
I plaster the city with dirty word posters
Rent a smoke machine and a flashpot too
Up on stage if I drop my pants
Then the media will write about me every chance
Chorus - More Gimmicks, More Gimmicks I implore you please
I lack originality, have some sleaze
I'll make back your money just you wait and see
And pollute the airwaves till they're full of me
MTV's hot, I'm learning all the moves
Lipstick, lipsync, I'm a poseur too
So give me a cliff, a stage, and a wind fan
And the money to hire all the models I can
As me and my hair get bigger and bigger
I gotta be recluse, play the rising star
Act as indifferent and as cool as I can
Of course I say no to drugs, just rider the booze
I just want enough, just a piece of the pie
Of course my girlfriends and a 50's car
My immortal recordings, a Hollywood star
My face on the cover of the National Enquirer
Chorus
Now I got a manager with no ears
And the majors Scrambling for a deal
Got a brand name producer whose rubber stamp seal
Will guarantee the door to industry appeal
Record promoter, radio directors they shake hands
Its the "smell the Greased glove" world wide tour
Heavy metal kings in the rock wrestling ring
Oh, could you hold, Pepsi's on line 2
Well have I made it, do you listen to me now
I sound as bland as a typical star
Tell me again that I can't sing
I'll buy your company and make your head spin
Chorus
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