On the Fritz (filmed live) Songtext
von Steve Taylor

He wished to right the wrongs
He sang religious songs

He kept the private he
Under the lock and key

Heat keeps risin′ in an age of passion
Shakes a conscience to the core
Stopgap, hand-slap, take a tongue-lashin'
My poor soul can′t take any more

On the fritz
On the fritz
There he sits
On the fritz

He kept his ego there
It was a sad affair

The inner circle knows
And so the story goes


Airborne rumors chip away the image
But you knew the stakes were high
First they got you thinking you're a prophet
Now they've got you living a lie

On the fritz
On the fritz
There he sits
On the fritz

So the crowds grew, and their praise did too
And a mailing list sent you money
So they love Jerry Lewis in France
Does that make him funny?
It′s too late for apologies when trust has been betrayed
Now victims of your double life are namin′ names

He kept his ego there
It was a sad affair
On the fritz

The public's had enough
They′ve come to call your bluff

Small talk breeds where kingdoms come crashing
Rumor conquers where it wills
No one hears you, go ahead and cash in
If you don't die to yourself, pride kills


On the fritz
On the fritz
There he sits
On the fritz

On the fritz
Pride kills
On the fritz
There he sits
On the fritz

On the
Fritz