Fame and fortune, facts of life
Most of what makes it is useless tripe
So change the angle of the battle plan

To hit the target
Fame and fortune, fancy that
Nothing but rabbits come out of the hat

So try to catch a falling star,
Crush it into dust and stuff it down a jar
And throw it far away

Now the point is back to front
See-through people
See-through monuments

No empire
The beginning, at the ending (one goes up, one goes down)
Smash a face against the wall

Grind a face into the ground - Oh No
Pretty faces on the wall - They Fall
Heat to boiling, disappear in the sky

Slash the ashes, and bake into a pie
Pretty faces on the ground - Oh No, No, No
Fame and fortune is a stupid game and

Fame and fortune is the game I play
I play forever