Lyrics The Living End - Mark Knopfler

I walk up to the mic at the top of the show
Think only fifty-nine more flaming minutes to go
Your suit doesn't fit
The money's nothing and all
To give them the stand-up and the mirror ball
When I was in fashion, the toast of the town
By God, it was smashing
There was Totty all around
I'd have them all legless in the palm of my hand
And we'd be off to wherever from my left alone
You had loyalty back in the ITV years
We all played for royalty
I'll have the big career
Well, you wake up one morning, hey presto, you're gone
You've slipped out of style and there you are, done
You wake up one morning, you've just knocked the train
Soon enough, you're appearing at The Living End
I'm going too fast
I can tell you for free
Dying from trying is what you can see
Needs a break and a brandy, you're a funny man free
Tonight, appearing at The Living End
Tonight, appearing at The Living End