The Show Must Go On

Whoo! Okay, sounds good Whoo!

Daybreak, out of bed, gotta clear the fog In the sprinter van, I've been living like a dog I ain't fit for duty, I am beat down to the ground And there's just one creedler out there listening to our song

Call it faith, call it denial Hey, who cares? We'll play a while

The show must go on, like my mother said I gotta comb my hair when I get outta bed I'll put my game face on, the writing's on the wall When hope is gone, I'm turning it on The show must go on Whoo!

Karl drank ipecac, Scott stubbed his toe Brian had his heart broken, couldn't let her go The world's out to get us, and we're out to get the world This is big-time football, in case you hadn't heard

Call it faith, call it denial Hey, who cares? We'll play a while

The show must go on, like your mother said You gotta comb your hair when you get outta bed So put your game face on, the writing's on the wall When hope is gone, we're turning it on and on and

On, and on, and on On, and on, and on On, and on, and on Whoo!

The show must go on, like my father said You gotta pray to God when you're going to bed So put your game face on, the writing's on the wall When hope is gone, we're turning it on and on and

On, and on, and on On, and on, and on On, and on, and on The show must go on Whoo! Yeah

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