A bit of faith in one thing a bit of life And the whole world a place for you And counting a place for all that you sold You can fix the ratings you can count on the whole world You know it doesn't mean a thing tight and overflowing crack The bench and the old friends when they come to dancing It's always shaking the wrong end I hope it doesn't go too far I hope it stays the same we went across the road And hey is this the road to fame or just a place Where someone gets to scream your name another place Where someone learns to spell your name But when it all coms around another year and you're gone