Pushing Up Daisies - The Colourfield

You want so much

You want it all

And as it falls you’re bound to fall

Into a world of gold and groovy scenes

Frozen souls and some rock

You’re smoking pot with groovy chicks

The politics of habitats are drunk wild

There’s no business like show business

Like no business I know

The curtain falls to no applause

When no one goes to sell out shows

You’re pushing up the daisies

Pushing up the daisies

Pushing up the daisies

Pushing up the daisies

And life goes on and on and on and on Life goes on and on and on and on You’ve done so much

You’ve seen it all

If they could see you now

You’re lying in beauty now

Which is really sad

And the groovy scenes

And the dead MG’s

From the lost and found

In the underground that won’t stop

Stop

There’s no business like show business

Like no business I know

You’ll never know how close you came

From walking down the halls of pain

You’ll never know

How close you came

You’ve only got yourself to blame

You’re pushing up the daisies

Pushing up the daisies

Pushing up the daisies

Pushing up the daisies

And life goes on and on and on and on Life goes on and on and on and on And on and on