you do everything right for all the wrong reasons

and you use all the tricks of the trade

From the tip of your toes to the tip of your tongue

you've carefully planned your crusade

It's all surface no substance, all payed in advance

but you're the one paying the price

and the only thing left will be a hole in your pocket

when everyone else gets their slice/has been given their slice



where are you now, what have you done

what have you got left, what have you become

you had the world in your hands but it slipped through

your fingers and now look at what you've become



The masterplan wasn't yours you were just the excuse

To squeeze out some juice from the fruit

and nobody cares about your personal life

all you are is the latest recruit 

the sweet smell of success has a foul aftertaste

and when you've lost your place in the sun

what you won't do for you love you just do for money

so you'd best take the money you can and then run



where are you now, what have you done

you had the world in your hands but it slipped through

your fingers and now look at what you've become

where are you now, what have you done

what have you got left, what have you become



there are no rules in the book that apply to the game

the truth comes like a slap in the face

And the next runner up gets a moment to shine

in the spotlight once you've lost your place

keep on wearing that suit for as long as it fits

and pretend that it's not wearing you

and while your busy being somebody you're not

you're much better off not even having a clue