Some people would have me dressing up spending thousands on a smile, chasing around the country mile after mile.
Spending lots of cash that isn't really mine and selling out my soul just to make a dime.

If you let them they will mould you into what they see is righ, a product, an image, an easily digestible bite.
But then something would be lost that you could never get back, the screw ups, the blanks, the bloody silly hat.

The ghosts of legends past live beneath my skin, the lessons that they taught me lie deep within. The very heart and soul of me, I can never change and I know each and every one of you feels the very same.