In a dusty attic he found a magazine
Full of gods and heroes of deities and queens
He took it at his bible with religion in his eyes
He saw his life before him? he saw his name in lights

And what will [bad word] of him?
This day and age has no time for dinosaur taking the stage
It's tragic catastrophe
'Cause there's nothing else that he can do

Choirs [bad word] sing
The mannequins played guitar so covicingly tonight
The man says "Boy, get a real job
Take off all that make-up"

He wipes the tears and glitter from his tired and aching eyes
The the easy life, the faceless race, he never will resign
Life is [bad word] and we all die, but he takes it on the chin 
With the sweet majestic feeling of a [bad word] kicking in

And what will [bad word] of him?
This day and age has no time for dinosaur taking the stage
It's tragic catastrophe
'Cause there's nothing else that he can do

Choirs [bad word] sing
The mannequins played guitar so covicingly tonight
The man says "Boy, get a real job
Take off all that make-up"

Choirs [bad word] sing
The mannequins played guitar so covicingly tonight
The man says "Boy, get a real job
Take off all that make-up"