Шоу-бизнес как мясорубка: люди гибли на концертах, кровь лилась, стекло трещало -- а они сделали мою мечту явью.
People died where I performed
People cried when Glass deformed
Shots rang out as the singer yawned
The band played on until the dawn
Lies and drunks and drugs and fools
Tricks and stunts disguise the tools
Was the victim dead, was the blood in pools
Was this not part of show-biz rules?
They made my dream come true