Well, it really made you out to be the next big thing on earth
And they'll milk you till it's sour, squeeze your soul for all it's worth
The building ropes are how the jib is struggling for air
But when you come crashing down, you'll find a fan up there
Just another star, made in the usual mode
From the cheapest plastic with promises of rules
But as the figures fall, the promises run lost
The colors all but fade, the price will start to show
Well, it ran you down the floats on a radio and TV screen
Just another star, made in the usual mode
And we'll put you on the cover of every magazine
Another Christmas number one, another month of fame
But when the spring comes calling, you'll no longer know your name
Oh, your sicky sweet melodies don't guarantee you well
It won't be long until you're with the others on the show
You're lining up the pockets, you're brightening the smile
Oh
And they'll be dancing to the back while you're left on the pile
Another style of plastic, dancing to their beat
Singing to their tune, melting
Another waste of time, another shot at fame
And all amounts to nothing, it's all a game
It's all a game
It's all a game
It's all a game
It's all a game
It's all a game
It's all a game