A bit of faith in one thing a bit of life
And the whole world a place for you
And counting a place for all that you sold
You can fix the ratings you can count on the whole world
You know it doesn't mean a thing tight and overflowing crack
The bench and the old friends when they come to dancing
It's always shaking the wrong end I hope it doesn't go too far
I hope it stays the same we went across the road
And hey is this the road to fame or just a place
Where someone gets to scream your name another place
Where someone learns to spell your name
But when it all coms around another year and you're gone
