Isadora   Dancing   Can you see her?    Che guavara   Marching beside her   Valentino   Loving every minute?    Don't you see them looking   Looking down on you?       Pictures on the walls of your room   Gonna help you play the parts   Of your ever changing mood.   Lying low   The cast is set around your bones   When all you ever wanted to be   Was plain mister jones.      Cell of fame   It's gonna trap you forever.   Self confessions   And your back's against the wall.      Idolized by the hands that hold the key   Not even time will set you free.   When it's your turn to leave   Hung at dawn   Then you will join up   With the faces looking on   That's where you belong.      Cell of fame   It's gonna trap you forever.   Self confessions   And your back's against the wall.