Текст песни Life's a Stage - Icicle

LIFE'S A STAGE

Selling myself into a sort of slavery
All I've got now is this cubicle
I'm told if I work twelve hours a day
For prostitute's pay, well then maybe

They will put a window in my cage
As if that could ever appease my rage
I guess that I should act... act my age
But I heard somewhere that life's a stage

Yes, life's a stage
And not a competition
So print that on the front page
Of the next Sunday edition

I had to leave all the corporate worlds
Behind in the wake of my succulent swirls
Their corporate fake and material girls
Just got in the way of my cutbacks and curls

So I got a night job, shared a house with a slob
Started bartending with Jake and Jarrod
Ran my own business as a daytime job
Well I might con ya, but at least I don't rob

Yes, life's a stage
And not a competition
So print that on the front page
Of the next Sunday edition

Yes, life's a stage
And not a competition
So print that on the front page
Of the next Sunday edition

Claim half of what I make, in the cooler getting baked
Take as much money as I can take
From every alcoholic for alcohol's sake
Because they are the leaves and I am the rake

Can I get another beer for you?
Is there anything else that you'd like me to do?
Should I get down and shine your shoes?
Just as long as you leave me a dollar or two

Yes, life's a stage
And not a competition
So print that on the front page
Of the next Sunday edition

Yes, life's a stage
And not a competition
So print that on the front page
Of the next Sunday edition