Cold Chisel - Showtime Lyrics
ShowtimeHang a guitar on my shoulderCheck the vacant drooling faces round the roomAnother heartbreak battleAnd I'm only getting olderJesus help me when I say I'll give it all up pretty soonDaytimeTime to fight the morning's headacheGulp an aspirin bang together one more songInspiration cauterisedBy years of useeless heartacheEvery shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrongThese last yearsYears gone down to the showtimeShowtimeTry to catch the sparkThat got me hooked so many years ago and diedSecond-rate musiciansFeeding infantile illusionsReading music magazines to keep the habit satisfiedPitchingTo some demographic averageWhat the hell he's staying home for, I don't see him here tonightThirteen years and overTuned to radio between the hoursOf six and seven-thirty, AM programmer's delightThese last yearsYears gone down to the showtimeI never knew it could beSo misleadingWaiting for the final song to endIn this dirty nightclubAll the souls are bleedingReaching for the big decisionDisco floor or televisionTime and time againYou hear the so-called friendsThe smug de-facto critics in their movie backdrop citiesSneering sitdown and listenLife's a lonely escalatorIt's a fool who doesn't know he has to leap off at the endWell they were never at the guesthouseWith the ghost of Jimmy RodgersWatching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959And they'll all be gone when the end is comeAnd I'm kneeling in the backroomCrying Lord I'm just a trouper, let me play it one more time
