I hate your double standards, your triple chocolate cookies. And once the pilot lights go out, you're just an artless dumbass. The mikes are dead, the show is over. Flick off the switch, pack up your stuff. And loosen up, it must have been so goddamn hard to act like someone else. What did you say? I didn't get it. It's over now, so over now, what did you say? You acted like your life's at stake. Was it all fake? It's over now, so over now. And what about your dedication? Like all that's left is a blank stare. Keep talking about your diet and drinks. You bore me stiff. Your holiday, the beach, so neat. Once the pilot lights go out, you're just an artless dumbass, and sometimes I know I'm only a few lines away.