Fame and Fortune

Fame and fortune, facts of life 
Most of what makes it is useless tripe 
So change the angle of the battle plan 
To hit the target 
Fame and fortune, fancy that 
Nothing but rabbits come out of the hat 
So try to catch a falling star, 
Crush it into dust and stuff it down a jar 
And throw it far away 
Now the point is back to front 
See-through people 
See-through monuments 
No empire 
The beginning, at the ending (one goes up, one goes down) 
Smash a face against the wall 
Grind a face into the ground - Oh No 
Pretty faces on the wall - They Fall 
Heat to boiling, disappear in the sky 
Slash the ashes, and bake into a pie 
Pretty faces on the ground - Oh No, No, No 
Fame and fortune is a stupid game and 
Fame and fortune is the game I play 
I play forever