Lyrics
Good news doesn’t sell newspapers
She flips the pages to read about celebrities
What they do when the movie cameras turn off
And what they say when they walk away from the microphone
Everybody is beautiful in the pages of her magazine
She has to read the dirt to make everyone seem a little less clean
Everybody is wonderful when they are thirty-foot-tall on the movie screen
But I know they are only perfect... only perfect in her dreams
Everybody is a great big star when I turn on my TV
But it is all trivial, next year no one knows there name
Gotta finish this photo shoot, my 15 minutes will only last so long
Fame is like a flame running out of air and it’s getting hard to breathe