All for Show feat. (Mr. Ridley & Evan Oberla on Trombone)

And you could hear it in her voice, see the sorrow in his eyes She appears to be so perfect, he's so honest when he lies It's the only kind of fantasy that pride will contrive At the cost of everything and just to try to feel alive So she would chase the feeling any way she could She spoke a broken language that an angel never should She hoped one day to be the person that she'd always dreamed And conveyed herself as such by keeping balance on the beam And it's true desire lying just beneath A deceitful tongue that only moves when lying through her teeth A brain so polished, a mouth made of glass An overdose of recognition in her theatre class Put it all together, result is a predator A liar and an editor of truth, a competitor Of fact, a real solid act And she behaves with no intention of having to take it back Until the day I bet that she will finally learn What it is to be alone, not have a home, and have to earn A little food for thought, respect based on word Cause an untrusted throat is better off just not heard And you could hear it in her voice, see the sorrow in his eyes She appears to be so perfect, he's so honest when he lies It's the only kind of fantasy that pride will contrive At the cost of everything and just to try to feel alive Little magical man, got a magical plan To keep the entire world inside the palm of his hand But he did not understand that the world he set his sights on Was not black and white, but technicolor Krylon And he never held a brush but demanded them to paint A portrait of himself as an artist on the brink He poured himself a drink, nothing less than top shelf His wallet stayed flushed, no doubt to treat himself He kept his chin above his shoulders just to demonstrate his wealth A sense of accomplishment with no accomplishments to tell But you could swear he ran the world, by the way he would try to sell you On how the things you worked so hard for, were sold, bought and payed for But the thing he did not know was the second he left the room His arrogance became our laughter, negativity exhumed So the true artist, pure of heart could continue To struggle down this long hard road and finally give you