They built a hero out of expectations   and what a hopeless hero was he   with sticks for legs he shook when the wind blew,   even slightly   and he welcomed the smiles, he welcomed the applause   and he hoped that they'd never forget   just who they thought he was   they dressed him up in rich man's clothes   and told him he was beautiful   then they expected miracles   His parents were pleased they went to all the parties   he was groomed for greatness from the time he was young   raised on a diet of television   he was taught to listen, kept dumb   and he welcomed desire and reckless luxury    and the world soaked up every drop of drama and insecurity   they dressed him up in rich man's clothes   and told him he was beautiful   then they expected miracles   and then one day his admirers just quit him   they packed up their paint and were gone   and he stood alone,   their beautiful disaster,   wondering were he'd gone wrong   and he wanted the smiles and he wanted the applause   but no one would look him in the eye now,   no one returned his calls   they dressed him up in rich man's clothes   and told him he was beautiful   then they expected miracles