A kind of lust For a lot of fuss Your name in lights it dazzles your eyes A gift for gab Oh but what a drag You're perched high in a gilded cage No garden sounds, no sacred ground No brilliant heights just an appetite A bully's face No natural grace Your anger moves you like the moon and sun No one to blame A book of names You thumb it's pages when you feel blue A dramedy filled with endless scenes Lots of stage lights And an appetite If no one cares Go on a tear You stamp your feet until they can't ignore A bitter cup Fill it up