There was something,
in the flashlights,
and like a pack of vultures,
they circled through the night.
They would cheer and cry,
with their hands up high –
it could have been for me...
just imagine that.
I wanna be rich and then some.
Smooth and loud.
I wanna go elsewhere,
you can stay and hold the door.
I wanna be loved and cherished,
like your favourite book –
I want it all right here, right now,
ah ah ah aaah.
You want something?
Something special?
And like a pack of vultures,
you would have torn it down.
Still they get it all!
Their face up on the wall.
It should have been for me...
just remember that!