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Come slip inside,
Take a chair,
The final performance is almost here,
So it's time to go, l'll close the show,
The death of an actor who no one knows.
Now that the show is over,
Will I belong to you,
Now that the show is over,
Will I be, will I be, will I be,
On god's guest list.
The worm inside, the worm inside,
Culled from a lifetime of standing by,
Oh I followed all the golden rules,
Head lined a season of solitude,
On the back of a broken dream,
They cashed another money machine,
You took your chance, you showed your skill,
You really didn't know any better,
You gave a little hope, you stole a little something,
You really didn't know any better.
Now that the show is over,
Will I belong to you,
Now that the show is over,
Will I be, will I be, will I be,
On god's guest list,
Moving on.
- Album:
- Gravity Pulls
- Lustra
- On
- Miscellaneous
- U.K. Uncovered
- The Best Of
- Best of Indie Top 20
- Indie Top 20, Volume 20
- The Best of Echobelly
- Close… But
- Britpop at the BBC
- Here Comes the Scene
- Live Forever: Best of Britpop
- Wake Up and Listen
- Live 4 Ever
- Dark Therapy
- This Is Not America
- Indie Top 20, Volume 22
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 27: November 1995
- Shine 4