Life's a Stage

LIFE'S A STAGE
 Selling myself into a sort of slavery
 All I've got now is this cubicle
 I'm told if I work twelve hours a day
 For prostitute's pay, well then maybe
 They will put a window in my cage
 As if that could ever appease my rage
 I guess that I should act... act my age
 But I heard somewhere that life's a stage
 Yes, life's a stage
 And not a competition
 So print that on the front page
 Of the next Sunday edition
 I had to leave all the corporate worlds
 Behind in the wake of my succulent swirls
 Their corporate fake and material girls
 Just got in the way of my cutbacks and curls
 So I got a night job, shared a house with a slob
 Started bartending with Jake and Jarrod
 Ran my own business as a daytime job
 Well I might con ya, but at least I don't rob
 Yes, life's a stage
 And not a competition
 So print that on the front page
 Of the next Sunday edition
 Yes, life's a stage
 And not a competition
 So print that on the front page
 Of the next Sunday edition
 Claim half of what I make, in the cooler getting baked
 Take as much money as I can take
 From every alcoholic for alcohol's sake
 Because they are the leaves and I am the rake
 Can I get another beer for you?
 Is there anything else that you'd like me to do?
 Should I get down and shine your shoes?
 Just as long as you leave me a dollar or two
 Yes, life's a stage
 And not a competition
 So print that on the front page
 Of the next Sunday edition
 Yes, life's a stage
 And not a competition
 So print that on the front page
 Of the next Sunday edition