No one really knows No one really knows The price of fame Put it in your pocket Staring at the wall Staring at the hall The same old job It's not the right profession I don't want to tell you more I see you're heading towards the door Acting like an innocent There's one more act that follows this It's hard to change It's hard to change Tearing up your shoes Tearing up your clothes You can't afford To ruin your possessions Ringing rags and knees Ringing cash and fleas You won't sustain It's not the right profession Staring at the radio There's one more song before I go Your mother says your friends are trash No she's nice, it's not like that It's hard to change It's hard to change