Isadora

Dancing

Can you see her?

Che Guavara

Marching beside her

Valentino

Loving every minute?

Don't you see them looking

Looking down on you?



Pictures on the walls of your room

Gonna help you play the parts

Of your ever changing mood.

Lying low

The cast is set around your bones

When all you ever wanted to be

Was plain Mister Jones.



Cell of fame

It's gonna trap you forever.

Self confessions

And your back's against the wall.



Idolized by the hands that hold the key

Not even time will set you free.

When it's your turn to leave

Hung at dawn

Then you will join up

With the faces looking on

That's where you belong.



Cell of fame

It's gonna trap you forever.

Self confessions

And your back's against the wall.