Fake Plastic Art

Primakova

So you feel like singing
All your friends say you’ll go far
Be a star
You’d cut your arm off for those yesses
Sell your soul for just one more
But what for
You know it’s only karaoke
Fake plastic art

It’s OK you’ve got your mentors
And they really believe in you
You’ll pull through
And like a fool you just believed them
They said your voice was so sublime
Just a matter of time
They’re only massaging your ego
Fake plastic art

(Chorus)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, what are you bothering for?
Ohhhh, ohhhh, no one’s listening anymore
Cold and lonely on your own
Stood outside your old stage door

Hooked you up with a big producer
Everything he touches makes it big
He’s so slick
Told you you’d easily sell a million
But with fingers crossed behind their backs
And you fell flat
Another martyr at the altar of
Fake plastic art