In recognition of a hundred million album sales
In recognition of your popularity
You take a gaudy prize from people you said you despised
You weigh your self-respect upon your bended knee
In spite of all your claims
It looks like you're just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their name
In recognition of your service to the working class
In recognition of your party loyalty
You get an arm and robe and you declare when you are probed
You only took it so the masses would be pleased
In spite of all your claims
It looks like you're just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their name
Oh, vanity
It gets them one by one
Contra and edge and monarchy
But all they entail, rarely free
In recognition of your bravery upon the stage
In recognition of your bankability
You get to wait in line with soldiers crippled by landmines
And you think it's a yank, you don't get irony
In spite of all your claims
It looks like you're just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their name
In spite of all your claims
It looks like you're just the same
As every other clown who likes to put the crown
Before or after their name
Their name
Their name
Their name