Testo The Right Profession

No one really knows
No one really knows
The price of fame
Put it in your pocket

Staring at the wall
Staring at the hall
The same old job It's not the right profession

I don't want to tell you more
I see you're heading towards the door
Acting like an innocent
There's one more act that follows this

It's hard to change
It's hard to change

Tearing up your shoes
Tearing up your clothes
You can't afford
To ruin your possessions
Ringing rags and knees
Ringing cash and fleas
You won't sustain
It's not the right profession

Staring at the radio
There's one more song before I go
Your mother says your friends are trash
No she's nice, it's not like that

It's hard to change
It's hard to change