In a dusty attic, he found a magazine
Full of gods and heroes, of deities and queens
He took it as his bible, with religion in his eyes
He saw his life before him, he saw his name in lights
And what will become of him?
This day and age has no time for a dinosaur taking the stage
It’s a tragic catastrophe
'Cause there’s nothing else that he can do
Choirs of computer sing
The mannequins played guitar so convincingly tonight
The man says «Boy get a real job
Take off all of that make-up»
He wipes the tears and glitter from his tired and aching eyes
To the easy life, the faceless race, he never will resign
Life is cruel and we all die, but he takes it on the chin
With the sweet majestic feeling of a chourus kicking in
And what will become of him?
This day and age has no time for a dinosaur taking the stage
It’s a tragic catastrophe
'Cause there’s nothing else that he can do
Choirs of computer sing
The mannequins played guitar so convincingly tonight
The man says «Boy get a real job
Take off all of that make-up»
Choirs of computer sing
The mannequins played guitar so convincingly tonight
The man says «Boy get a real job
Take off all of that make-up»
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