Showtime Songtext
von Cold Chisel

Showtime
Hang a guitar on my shoulder
Check the vacant drooling faces ′round the room
Another heartbreak battle and I'm only getting older
Jesus, help me when I say, "I′ll give it all up pretty soon"

Daytime
Time to fight the morning's headache
Gulp an aspirin, bang together one more song
Inspiration cauterised by years of useless heartache
Every shallow night's reaction sounding twisted up and wrong

These last years
Years gone down to the showtime

Showtime
Try to catch the spark
That got me hooked so many years ago and died
Second-rate musicians feeding infantile illusions
Reading music magazines to keep the habit satisfied


Pitching
To some demographic average
What the hell′s he staying home for? I don′t see him here tonight
Thirteen years and over, tuned to radio between the hours
Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer's delight

These last years
Years gone down to the showtime

I never knew it could be so misleading
Waiting for the final song to end
In this dirty nightclub, all the souls are bleeding
Reaching for the big decision, disco floor or television

Time and time again
You hear their so-called friends
The smug de facto critics in their movie backdrop cities
Sneering, sit down and listen
Life′s a lonely escalator
It's a fool who doesn′t know he has to leap off at the end

Well, they were never at the guesthouse
With the ghost of Jimmy Rodgers
Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959
And they'll all be gone when the end is come
And I′m kneeling in the backroom
Crying, "Lord, I'm just a trouper, let me play it one more time"


These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime

Oh, the years
All the years gone down to the showtime
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
Oh, the last years

These last years
Oh, the years
Years gone down to the showtime
These last years