Are we ready? Are we set? Are we good?
‘Cause we ain’t found nothing yet
They’ve got me working for a crap wage
They’ve got me buried on the back page
I combed the place, there’s not a trace
I’m ready to run
Oh, I’m always looking for more
Oh, I’m always looking for more
Momma told me -
Be what you are
Not everybody is meant to be a star
Is it hidden in a safe place?
They’ve got me looking for a save face
I took the train, to the plane
I’m ready to run
Oh, I’m always looking for more
Oh, I’m always looking for more
And I know, yes, I know
Nobody ever really wants to see me
See, I’ve taken all a good man can take
I’ve seen this all before
No one ever really wants to see me
When I’m knocking on their door
Are we ready? Are we set? Are we good?
‘Cause it isn’t curtains yet
And are we nervous?
Or are we bugged?
There’s a mic hidden underneath the rug

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