My life is sequenced bits of time. Groups of hours until I die. For a bit of change I'll know my words. Put a price on my foolish pride. Find a cycle
[Chorus] If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont
I was born for the end I'm bursting out I dislike to watch working half done I look bleeding of crime the circle of soap I'm in charge of lead to him
[EMERALD CITY GREEN:] I want to be seen green Wouldn't be caught dead, red 'Cause if you are seen green It means you got mean bread You've got to be
Tonight you better wear your funeral dress And I'll dress in burial drag 'Cause this one is to the end of an era Now fate is gnashing at our heels
Handed down through the ages, Amidst a history of everflowing war. A story of steel that guards all strength within the riddle, Ignores, demands to
Our Star doesn't know who he is any More. Is he the starmaker, the image Maker, looking for material or is he Just plain boring little Norman after All
I am a creator, Inventor and innovator. I observe the people, The ordinary people No matter what your occupation is Everybody's in showbiz. 'Cos I'm
After dinner Norman becomes depressed. [Star:] Norman's office got on my nerves to-day. [Wife:] What do you mean? You are Norman! [Star:] (Shouts)
Has everybody got problems? Are you stuck in a deadend job? Frustrated and dissatisfied? Are you on the edge of suicide? Terrorist bombers on the left
On the subway train he sees adverts For holidays in Jamaica, a weekend in Rome, a cruise round the Mediterranean, and dreams of a quiet Week in a little
The Star is in Norman's office. His day Of sweat and toil has begun. Nine To Five Answering phones and dictating letters Making decisions that affect
[Star:] I am the image maker. I am the magic Maker. I can turn the most ordinary Man in the world into a star. To prove My point I am going to find the
And so Norman decides to stop living Out his fantasy of being a rock star and Accept reality. This is the end for Norman but not for us because there
He arrives home. He fumbles in his Pockets for his keys but there is no Need. Andrea is waiting to greet him With open arms. [Wife:] Hello love. You
Good evening sir let me take your coat might I ask you sir your name Oh it's Mr King, well there's a thing Might I ask you sir your game You deal in
Give you my shekels, give you my gold give you my money the stuff that folds give you your pay, pay you your bill give you it all just say I will It
Run down cobbled road as fast as I could fly with fast footstep and baited breath away from the cry stepped into a cellar to shelter from the pace when