Can
you hear the cash till ring? / I wanna be the next big thing / Give
me hit singles, record deals / let the public pick up the bill / I'm
gonna sing the same old shite / Recycled on a Saturday night
Paraded
in front of the nation / Come give me your adulation / I got a certified
number one / Double page spread in 'The Sun' / Dumped at the drop of
a hat / Back at McDonalds just like that
Now
we're all asking 'who?' / No one can remember you / The media men
found a new toy / Plastic punk rock poster boys / A sure fire hit for
number
one / Read all about them in 'The Sun'
What
happened to integrity? / Simon Cowell don't mean shit to me / It doesn't
come from the heart / When your made to play a part / It's all just
done for the pound / He'll never like The Blissetts sounds!
Fifteen
Minutes of fame
Paul's
Note: Originally appeared on the Destruction
Day single where we tried to out-Motorhead Motorhead. That version was
an absolute nightmare to record. I
re-wrote the song with Arup and he gave it a much crunchier feel
with a nice stomping bit. When we first played it live, Bob the Builder
was top of the UK charts, which sums up just what a joke the music industry
is.
I
wrote these lyrics in response to all these Pop Idol/X Factor
reality Tv shows which offer instant fame and fortune, and also the
ability to completely destroy someone's dreams, or, just make them
look like total morons for the publics viewing pleasure. The Blissetts
will never take a penny from this cash cow(ell).
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