Life's a Stage

Selling myself into a sort of slavery

All I’ve got now is this cubicle

I’m told if I work twelve hours a day

For p********e’s pay, well then maybe

They will put a window in my cage

As if that could ever appease my rage

I guess that I should act… act my age

But I heard somewhere that life’s a stage

Yes, life’s a stage

And not a competition

So print that on the front page

Of the next Sunday edition

I had to leave all the corporate worlds

Behind in the wake of my succulent swirls

Their corporate fake and material girls

Just got in the way of my cutbacks and curls

So I got a night job, shared a house with a slob

Started bartending with Jake and Jarod

Ran my own business as a daytime job

Well I might con ya, but at least I don’t rob

Yes, life’s a stage

And not a competition

So print that on the front page

Of the next Sunday edition

Yes, life’s a stage

And not a competition

So print that on the front page

Of the next Sunday edition

Of the next Sunday edition

Of the next Sunday edition

Of the next Sunday edition

Claim half of what I make, in the cooler getting baked

Take as much money as I can take

From every alcoholic for alcohol’s sake

Because they are the leaves and I am the rake

Can I get another beer for you?

Is there anything else that you’d like me to do?

Should I get down and shine your shoes?

Just as long as you leave me a dollar or two

Yes, life’s a stage

And not a competition

So print that on the front page

Of the next Sunday edition

Yes, life’s a stage

And not a competition

So print that on the front page

Of the next Sunday edition

Yes, life’s a stage

And not a competition

So print that on the front page

Of the next Sunday edition

Yes, life’s a stage

And not a competition

So print that on the front page

Of the next Sunday edition