The Stage

All right, this is a new song about people who have died from being on stage

Falling down by the way-side, she's afraid to touch anything
Afraid it'll turn to stone like everything else has in her life
She can see past the manufacturing dump, she can see through walls
She persuade the entire lunch room to walk out on strike
But they always come back to work the next day, on the dot
Seven a.m., she knows what ails them
Her friends know her so well, they've lost all their sympathy
Her old boyfriend's always hanging around, stealing her identity

They set the stage too high, she can't stand on it
She can fly a knife around the room, she can smash the glass
She can't stand on the stage, she can't stand on the stage
She can't stand on the stage, she can't stand the stage
She can set the stage, but she can't stand on it

They must be burned, no plane for fuel like the seaman planned today
That's the reason why the sky's all the colors in the rainbow
She says, "Oh no, not another band"
She thinks it's too late to take up-up the bass, stare into the jaded face
Of color-coordinated Doc Marten shoes, Doc Marten hair, plaid combination
Commercials make her mad, commercials make her really mad
Commercials are little funerals for every lost dog

They set the stage too high, she can't stand on it
She can fly a knife around the room, she can smash the glass
She can't stand on the stage, she can't stand the stage
She can't stand on the stage, she can't stand the stage
She can smash the glass, but she can't stand on it