The Actor
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Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just stick with this key
And uh, try like a 2, 1-2-3-4
The actor sits in a windowless room
Applyin' his makeup, rememberin' his friends
They're all dead now, or married with children
It's the very same thing where the actor's concerned
He loves his life, but it's such an awful lot
Faking his feelings and fumblin' around
Ties the laces on his favorite shoe
'Cause that's what he feels like his character would do
It's not his life for the next two hours
Yeah he is ours, beneath the lights
The actor tries not to drink until after the work is all over
But sometimes he must silence
The chorus of voices and noise of odors in order his mind to shut up
He loves his job, but it's the kind of a job
Where you sit, and you sit, and you sit
So he sews a button on his favorite shirt
'Cause that's what he feels like his character would do
That is life for the next two hours
Aw, and when it's over, the man will go out
And drink to blackout, every night
The actor sits in a windowless room
Applyin' his makeup, rememberin' his friends
They're all dead now, or married with kids
It's the very same thing
And when it's over, the man will go out
And drink to blackout, every night
And when it's over, the man will go out
And drink to blackout, every night