Everyone wants to be part of the scene

See themselves pretty in a magazine

So when my life did read just like a book

Out of corners and cracks they came to look



And thats the story from the years that came

Everyone wants to be part of the shame

What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene

Write it in a book or A magazine



Open up to read about a murder

Look at the pretty lipstick shades

And thats just how you met your frank sinatra

On the paper thin walls of a magazine



Picked up and paid for

But who knows what you're really bound to be

You put the pages on the mirror

Another sob story but it will never fill you up

Just like the way you always hoped it was bound to be

Who are you?



Dream a dream she looks like madonna

Or find a jesus of your own

Something different, just made for your cover

No religion is fit for a magazine



So you read it in a magazine



And i had seen the things id never dream

Read it in a book, or a magazine