No matter how many shows you've played
Or if these songs are even self made
Dress up for the masquerade
Straight to the top of the hit parade
Been at the birthday parties, weddings
And the funerals of the present clones on the music playground
The press creates a hype and after all
The fame brings people all around you
Hugs and handshakes
From your new friends
And your view is
Through a distorted lens
Here comes a new trend
And one very last goodbye
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you've been expecting
Shallow friendships with the people you adored
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you've been expecting
You always used to say you wanted more
Now you're playing local radio's barbecue
Kind of shows noon ever wants to do
Midnight streets are empty as the concert hall
And you are waiting for a recall
A chain reaction of circumstance
Hoping for another bunch of second chances
A melting pot of misunderstandings
Of overrated attitudes and fake romances
Hugs and handshakes from your new friends
And your view is through a distorted lens
Here comes a new trend and one very last goodbye
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you've been expecting
Shallow friendships with the people you adored
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you've been expecting
You always used to say you wanted more
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you've been expecting
Shallow friendships with the people you adored
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you've been expecting
You always used to say you wanted more.