The Show Must Go On by C.C.M. Lyrics
I might not know where to begin
But I know where to end
I know that in pain there’s living
And living means nothing without pain
I’m C.C.M. the man who can’t understand shit
When it comes to life, love & other drugs
I’m fucked up, I’m drugged up
Behind a curtain waiting for the blow to start me up
But it never does
I made it up
Another sip of cough syrup
Another way to kill the pain
The kill the man who drives the insane van
In vain, it’s plain
Its plain fucking stupid
Hey Cupid, fuck you kid
You never seem to get it right
Even William with his shaken spear
Wouldn't miss a strike
I’m Othello, Lago, oh tell her
That “I did not have sexual relations with that woman”
“Never”
Desdemona
Please we’re even now
“A la moda”
The moor I see
The less I wanna know
Holla, me no ablo
Speak the language of love
Psych
Sex, me, you, ,ho?
Down! See you in an hour, yo!
(Booty Call!)
That’s how bad
My flirting skills are
Don’t wonder why I usually get chicks
Half-retard
Until I went to a best buy, put a blue shirt
And glasses on
Tried to sell a computer
Wait it gets better
Kids, that’s how I met your mother
Leave me when the sun goes down
Let the screams bury the sound
Let it burn ho let it burn
Let the screams burn down my love
The show must go on
The show must go on
The crowd is screaming for more
My best friend is irony
Ironically, my enemy
My mind goes berzerk-ly crazy
When it goes about O.C.D
That I surely pretend to have or be insane
Just to be fake
Come on for Pete’s sake
Surely, why don’t you call me
Don't call me Shirley
I’m not your book or lover
You’re trying to make me be
I’m just an another emo kid
Waiting for the shit to hit the fan
“I’m fan! That's some great shit man”
I love your songs
Your voice
Naked circus
That sounds delicious
"Thanks what your favorite song?"
You know the song. Kind of ambiguous
About how…aw fuck it
Don’t say you love my music if you don’t fucking mean it
I am carelessly keep trying to be
A rapper but I became my worst enemy
I’m trapped in a box from the holes I can see
So, I’ll stay in a box with my own ecstasy
And I’ll find a way out
If you find a way in
If you know what’s it’s about
I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know how to rap
But I know how to clap
You don’t know where I've been
But you’ll know it’s trap
But I know where to end
I know that in pain there’s living
And living means nothing without pain
I’m C.C.M. the man who can’t understand shit
When it comes to life, love & other drugs
I’m fucked up, I’m drugged up
Behind a curtain waiting for the blow to start me up
But it never does
I made it up
Another sip of cough syrup
Another way to kill the pain
The kill the man who drives the insane van
In vain, it’s plain
Its plain fucking stupid
Hey Cupid, fuck you kid
You never seem to get it right
Even William with his shaken spear
Wouldn't miss a strike
I’m Othello, Lago, oh tell her
That “I did not have sexual relations with that woman”
“Never”
Desdemona
Please we’re even now
“A la moda”
The moor I see
The less I wanna know
Holla, me no ablo
Speak the language of love
Psych
Sex, me, you, ,ho?
Down! See you in an hour, yo!
(Booty Call!)
That’s how bad
My flirting skills are
Don’t wonder why I usually get chicks
Half-retard
Until I went to a best buy, put a blue shirt
And glasses on
Tried to sell a computer
Wait it gets better
Kids, that’s how I met your mother
Leave me when the sun goes down
Let the screams bury the sound
Let it burn ho let it burn
Let the screams burn down my love
The show must go on
The show must go on
The crowd is screaming for more
My best friend is irony
Ironically, my enemy
My mind goes berzerk-ly crazy
When it goes about O.C.D
That I surely pretend to have or be insane
Just to be fake
Come on for Pete’s sake
Surely, why don’t you call me
Don't call me Shirley
I’m not your book or lover
You’re trying to make me be
I’m just an another emo kid
Waiting for the shit to hit the fan
“I’m fan! That's some great shit man”
I love your songs
Your voice
Naked circus
That sounds delicious
"Thanks what your favorite song?"
You know the song. Kind of ambiguous
About how…aw fuck it
Don’t say you love my music if you don’t fucking mean it
I am carelessly keep trying to be
A rapper but I became my worst enemy
I’m trapped in a box from the holes I can see
So, I’ll stay in a box with my own ecstasy
And I’ll find a way out
If you find a way in
If you know what’s it’s about
I don’t know where to begin
I don’t know how to rap
But I know how to clap
You don’t know where I've been
But you’ll know it’s trap