The actor sits in a windowless room
Applying his makeup, remembering his friends
They're all dead now, or married with children
It's the very same thing where the actor is concerned
He loves his life but it's such an awful lot
With faking his feelings and fumblin' around
Ties the laces on his favorite shoe
At least that's what he feels like his character would do
It's not his life
For the next two hours
Yeah he is ours
Beneath the lights
The actor tries not to drink until after the work is all over but sometimes he must
Silence the chorus of voices and noise of orders and order his mind to shut up
He loves his job, but it's the kind of a job
Where you sit and you sit and you sit and you sit
So he shows the butler his favorite shirt
'Cause that's what he feels like his character would do
It's not his life
For the next two hours
Yeah he is ours
Beneath the lights
Oh and when it's over
The man will go out
And drink to black out
Every night
The actor sits in a windowless room
Applyin' his makeup, rememberin' his friends
They're all dead now, or married with kids
It's the very same thing
Oh and when it's over
The man will go out
And drink to black out
Every night
Oh and when it's over
The man will go out
And drink to black out
Every night
