we are undergoing treatment
watching others in the news
studying our worst reviews
they say we'll get over it
disappear like dinosaurs
tot he sound of small applause
resign to the mid-priced section
if you see me walking in the garden
don't ever ask me for an autograph
if you ever catch me in the arcade
don't ever stop me for a photograph
we are undergoing treatment
til our ethic fits the scene
laid out in Q magazine
they crave our conformity
mediocre to the bone
terrified testosterone
but why do we still face the music
now and then you get the strangest notion
that there's something missing
but it keeps you guessing
wild ambition can you really blame us
can you entertain us
can you give a little more
if you ever see me walking in the garden
don't ever ask me for an autograph
if you ever catch me in the arcade
don't ever stop me for a photograph
we are undergoing treatment
but will the doctors ever cure
these delusions of grandeur?
