Fame and fortune, facts of life 

Most of what makes it is useless tripe 

So change the angle of the battle plan 

To hit the target 

Fame and fortune, fancy that 

Nothing but rabbits come out of the hat 

So try to catch a falling star, 

Crush it into dust and stuff it down a jar 

And throw it far away 

Now the point is back to front 

See-through people 

See-through monuments 

No empire 

The beginning, at the ending (one goes up, one goes down) 

Smash a face against the wall 

Grind a face into the ground - Oh No 

Pretty faces on the wall - They Fall 

Heat to boiling, disappear in the sky 

Slash the ashes, and bake into a pie 

Pretty faces on the ground - Oh No, No, No 

Fame and fortune is a stupid game and 

Fame and fortune is the game I play 

I play forever