Diction Songtext
von Art for Starters

I have no way to show you how to get the things you want
I failed myself each time I′ve tried so you will also be flying blind

I wanna know how it feels on the green grass of Beverly Hills
Where the spotlight brightens my day and warms my night

Will I have to make compromise and depend on some skillful reprise?
Is it my name or is it my blood that's on the line?

Is it more than a show?
Does it follow me home?
What′s my name?
What's my line?
I forget most the time when undefined


So what would you call it?
Is there a better word for dignity?
And so what if they want it?
Value-traded popularity
Lie flat on the table
Now we will perform your autopsy
And finally know what you're made of
Versus what we′ve created
And defend disparity

Well, I am finally here on the green grass of Beverly Hills
Like I′ve imagined every day, all my life
I want to live creatively free so I won't dance to every beat
Even though I do suppose I′m keeping time

Is it cold when the chill of the crowds change their will?
When their words meet your ears and what they have to say may be true
But you won't hear?
You won′t hear

So what would you call it?
I need a little dose of decency?
And so what if they want it
Value-traded popularity?
Lie flat on the table
Now we will perform your autopsy
And finally know what you're made of
Versus what you′ve created
And defend disparity