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Cult of Personality

I don't know what you've been told
What you've bought, or what you've sold
Its all the same to me
A cult of personality

From my perspective, its what I see
This kooky magic called celebrity
Be it voodoo, vibe or Zen
Or just religion

Fame graces those in whom we fascinate
In your mind's eye
Do they flash like a neon sign?

I never see no
I never hear no
I never speak no
I'm a cynical guy
Sometimes I feel lost
When the lines get crossed
Living behind the night
'til I see the light

Well, I can see by your eyes
Your eyes they tell me everything
Yes, I can see your disguise
Your eyes, they tell me everything

On by one I've seen them come
But, soon enough they all come undone
A cause celebrity
A cursed personality

Fame rescues vain from obscurity
But, we obsess
And the paparazzi find their prey

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They are the chosen ones
In whom that we beseech
Who we stroke with our attention
Who are sulking prima donnas
Who need would-be sycophants
But, a man is a man at the end of the day
And we are left with what they say

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