Suggested by a conversation at Devoted & Disgruntled.
lyrics
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
He’ll take away your heart
He’ll feed your childish cravings
Then stop everything you start
They’ll laugh and they’ll applaud
Then they’ll leave and they’ll forget
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
Cause he’ll make you pay your debt
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
He’ll burn away your skin
A lifetime smeared in greasepaint
Hiding what’s within
Tearing at your temples
Nails in your palm
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
Or else never more be calm
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
He’ll take away your mind
Each pinnacle's exquisite
But each pit will be well mined
He’ll take each thought you spare him
He’ll leave nothing there but strife
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
Cause he’ll take away your life
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
He’ll take away your soul
He’ll fill you full of sugar
But he’ll leave an aching hole
He’ll make you question everything
You ever knew was true
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
He’ll just leave you feeling blue
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
He’ll take what time you’ve got
Up at dawn with coffee
3am for your last shot
You won’t see friends or family
You’re in your bed alone
Don’t trust that bastard theatre
Will be carved on my tombstone
Robert Wells is a dabbler and a potterer residing in South London. This started as a challenge to write a new song every month (hence the name). He is also an actor, artist, technician and librarian.