Fame and fortune, facts of life
Most of what makes it is useless tripe
So change the angle of the battle plan
To hit the target
Fame and fortune, fancy that
Nothing but rabbits come out of the hat
So try to catch a falling star
Crush it into dust and stuff it down a jar
And throw it far away
Now the point is back to front
See through people
See through monuments
No empire
The beginning, at the ending one goes up, one goes down
Smash a face against the wall
Grind a face into the ground Oh No
Pretty faces on the wall They Fall
Heat to boiling, disappear in the sky
Slash the ashes, and bake into a pie
Pretty faces on the ground Oh No, No, No
Fame and fortune is a stupid game and
Fame and fortune is the game I play
I play forever