Chisel Cold Showtime Lyrics

Showtime Lyrics

Showtime
Hang a guitar on my shoulder
Check the vacant drooling faces
round the room
Another heartbreak battle
And I'm only getting
older
Jesus help me when I say I'll give it all up pretty
soon
Daytime
Time to fight the morning's headache
Gulp an aspirin bang
together one more song
Inspiration cauterised
By years of useeless
heartache
Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and
wrong

These last years
Years gone down to the
showtime

Showtime
Try to catch the spark
That got me hooked so
many years ago and died
Second-rate musicians
Feeding infantile
illusions
Reading music magazines to keep the habit
satisfied
Pitching
To some demographic average
What the hell he's
staying home for, I don't see him here tonight
Thirteen years and
over
Tuned to radio between the hours
Of six and seven-thirty, AM
programmer's delight

These last years
Years gone down to the
showtime

I never knew it could be
So misleading
Waiting for the
final song to end
In this dirty nightclub
All the souls are
bleeding
Reaching for the big decision
Disco floor or television
Time
and time again
You hear the so-called friends
The smug de-facto critics
in their movie backdrop cities
Sneering sitdown and listen
Life's a
lonely escalator
It's a fool who doesn't know he has to leap off at the
end
Well they were never at the guesthouse
With the ghost of Jimmy
Rodgers
Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959
And they'll all be
gone when the end is come
And I'm kneeling in the backroom
Crying Lord I'm
just a trouper, let me play it one more time