Produce to slurp up the slop of all the words we're all saying.
All the talk no action, quit stealing my air.
Making moves, you're the audience to this life.
No more participating, call in - vote twice, I could be your next idol tomorrow.
Dish rage ambition, someone's got to wash the dishes.
Claiming fame, not a dime to your name, with the money gone plastic like the rest of these dames.
Sillicone dreams, just blowing off steam, not really into this or that just doing it for a name.
Special guest, give me your fifteen minutes, someone got robbed for a chance for the millions.
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