Pigeon & the Crow

It's little grease paint for the balcony,
 And a wait for the mezzanine,
 And a smile so wide when the Angels hide in their boxes in between
 All frightened, frozen in the footlight,
 A starlet painted two nights
 And a part too big,
 And a dress too small,
 The stagehands fed her lines
 And it's ten, nine, eight,
 Just one song off a welterweight,
 Seven, eight, nine you should of seen me in my prime
 And it's five, four, three,
 You take a fall and grab your feet,
 Three, two, one, the fight ain't over when the bells have rung
 When the bells have rung
 Well, she slept right through rehearsal,
 The second time in as many days,
 And the wide-eyed understudy wrung her hands and paced backstage
 For she'd made the after-party,
 She made liars of us all,
 And she made her crooked entrance,
 Just in time for curtain calls
 And it's ten, nine, eight,
 Just one song off a welterweight,
 Seven, eight, nine you should of seen me in my prime
 And it's five, four, three,
 You take a fall and grab your feet,
 Three, two, one, the fight ain't over when the bells have rung
 When the bells have rung
 Critics, raves and accolades,
 The end still over more than
 Open calls and half filled halls,
 And the numbers at the door
 And it's ten, nine, eight,
 Just one song off a welterweight,
 Seven, eight, nine you should of seen me in my prime
 And it's five, four, three,
 You take a fall and grab your feet,
 Three, two, one, the fight ain't over when the bells have rung
 When the bells have rung