The Life of a Mime

Hey, Marcel Marceau, people tell me you're getting old
Well, is it true, man, is it so, or just a pack of lies
I'm singing this rhyme to the life of a mime

There are faces which don't possess names
And they'll hurt you by playing their games
They're all searching for fortune and fame
But they won't crack a smile
Being you all the while, Marcel Marceau

They hurt your feelings, yet you've said nothing
You've reached the limelight, but they're still hunting
For something they won't ever find, in the life of a mine

We are the thieves and we are the liars
We shoot the guns and we start the fires
Putting our lives on the line in the eyes of the mime

Why you stay quiet, I can't understand
The only sound here is the clapping of hands
I sing to the tune as they strike up the band
Are you a ghost or a man, Marcel Marceau
Marcel Marceau

Hey, Marcel Marceau, please don't tell me what you know
Because if you let it go, then your secret is gone
And you'll have to move on, Marcel, Marceau

Take a look around, showbiz makes you feel like a clown
And sometimes you'll feel that's just what you are
You've come far and wide with the heart of a mime

We are the screamers and we are the criers
We are the livers, and we are the dyers
Everything is working out fine in the mind of a mine

So you see, I admire a man who won't speak
No lies, no sorrow, no strong, no weak
You can tell what Shields and Yarnell
They're only wasting their time with the words of a mime

Marcel Marceau
Marcel Marceau
Marcel Marceau