Scraps

Come on up to the table, but you aren't allowed to eat. There's Kings and Queens at this party, but you can take the peasant's seat. We know you like the fine-dining and we'd sure like to share. But we're running low on the caviar so could you just be glad you're here? In times like these you should probably take the high road. But sometimes it'd just feel good to be so bad. Lay everything you wanna say out on the table. Cause it's hard to make a living when all you're getting are the scraps. Welcome to the circus. The most amazing show you'll every see. It's filled with danger and excitement. It's got everything you'd ever need. Now we know that you bought a ticket, but we can't let you in. There ain't enough room in the big tent, but you can watch it from behind the fence. In times like these you should probably take the high road. But sometimes it'd just feel good to be so bad. Lay everything you wanna say out on the table. Cause it's hard to make a living when all you're getting are the scraps. Have you ever felt like a marathon runner? Caught up in the middle of life's little dance. You get oh so close to the finish line. But all you need is someone to give you a chance. There'll come a day in the future when you're standing at the Pearly Gates. Looking up at St. Peter. He's telling you there's a wait. You know you've been a good person. Tried to live free of sin. But apparently Heaven is full, but maybe next time they'll let you in. In times like these you should probably take the high road. But sometimes it'd just feel good to be so bad. Lay everything you wanna say out on the table. Cause it's hard to make a living when all you're getting are the scraps.