The Pathetic Anthem - Mugison

Every performer is a preacher

— we need to make a living

By giving a piece of the pie

Look me in the eye — tell me you believing

Every performer is a preacher

Yeah we need to be adored

We’d say it’s giving and getting love

But there are worms in this old dove

Where there are 2 and 2 together

They start point their hand

We’re good — them bad

We’re glad — them sad

It’s all one — pretending

Some are really good in their preaching

Make me forget — all is respect

Fake untill you make the perfect mistake

And then hustle until your backbone brakes

Every performer is a preacher

But some I think are for real

Solid like brick or steel

The ones that make you feel

You got more love to give