Wake the shepherd, count the sheep
Lull the Monster back to sleep
Close your eyes and I will sing
One more for disillusionment
One more for my amusement
One more before I lose it
One more
Just sleep right through it
One more
What's the use in having dreams
When everybody's fast asleep?
As if the world would ever need
One more tortured head-case
One more whining about heartache
One more who never made the grade
One more record to throw away
One more
One more
Art is the shepherd
Pop culture is the mime
Mediocrity's the monster
Money's the mastermind
For the politics and cliques
That will whore out their pride
Give me one more!
Stint of ambition
One more for the passion that lies within it
One more attempt at recognition
But what for?!
For the cold hard living
What for?!
This dream's so unforgiving, unforgiving
But what for?!
For anyone who's paying attention
Pay attention for one more
For anyone who'll listen