you do everything right for all the wrong reasons   and you use all the tricks of the trade   From the tip of your toes to the tip of your tongue   you've carefully planned your crusade   It's all surface no substance, all payed in advance   but you're the one paying the price   and the only thing left will be a hole in your pocket   when everyone else gets their slice/has been given their slice      where are you now, what have you done   what have you got left, what have you become   you had the world in your hands but it slipped through   your fingers and now look at what you've become      The masterplan wasn't yours you were just the excuse   To squeeze out some juice from the fruit   and nobody cares about your personal life   all you are is the latest recruit    the sweet smell of success has a foul aftertaste   and when you've lost your place in the sun   what you won't do for you love you just do for money   so you'd best take the money you can and then run      where are you now, what have you done   you had the world in your hands but it slipped through   your fingers and now look at what you've become   where are you now, what have you done   what have you got left, what have you become      there are no rules in the book that apply to the game   the truth comes like a slap in the face   And the next runner up gets a moment to shine   in the spotlight once you've lost your place   keep on wearing that suit for as long as it fits   and pretend that it's not wearing you   and while your busy being somebody you're not   you're much better off not even having a clue