I'm so sick of the way
That you get so downhearted today
They're saying Hollywood in the May
But you're dressed like a film star
When you turned eighteen
Did you have a dream?
Welcome to the real world
Now there's nothing left for you
Everybody stole your part
So what is there left to do?
Come for me
Come for me
Come for me
Take out the trash
And have five more minutes to think
Think about who, who, who can you blame?
You were never destined for fame
But you still love the camera
When you turned thirty
Did you have a dream?
Welcome to the real world
Now there's nothing left for you
Everybody stole your part
So what is there left to do?
Come for me
Come for me
Come for me
Welcome to the real world
Now there's nothing left for you
Everybody stole your part
So what is there left to do?
Come for me
Come for me
Come for me
What is there left to do?
