Written while employed as a salesman. At least I got a song or two out of it.


I know the script
I've memorized my lines
I play the part
I sleepwalk with open eyes
Pretending that I believe what I know deep down are lies

I 'm on the stage
Standing in the spotlight
I hide my rage
But I won't give up without a fight
I’ve got to make you believe that you’re so wrong and I’m so right

There’s a smile on my face as I’m selling you lies
Is the mask that I wear leaving you hypnotized
Here's a shoulder to cry on, my heart’s on a sleeve
Now the show has begun so suspend your disbelief

So here we are
Marionettes on our strings
Waiting for the show to end but somehow
The fat lady never sings
She just juggles chain saws while we're crawling toward the wings


from Funk Out With Your Junk Out, released January 24, 2008
Music/Lyrics: Scott Martin, Mike Adams
Drums: Jim Evans
Bass: Mike Adams
Guitar/Keys/Vocals: Scott Martin
Special sauce vocals: Jay Goodman


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