Black Ice

Nobody’s second guess’ll get to surpass you
In your over-estimation of your innate worth
And your natural virtue
But someone’s hear to bend your ear with a quiet word
Best pay attention, you’ll get no better advice:
Clamp on the crampons, riding for a fall tonight
Get a grip, this slippery slope you stand on
Is a sheet of black ice
Now the rush of blood’s gushing in upon you
In slow motion you strain to maintain your poise
The red carpet reception
A clear spotlight affair that you can’t avoid
Forward projection, everyone here seems so nice
Handbags and gladrags, milk the applause tonight
Geta grip, this starry stair you’re cliimbing’s
Built on blocks of black ice
There’s no safety net ready there to catch you
And your overstated case has unravelled fast
This is no perfect playground
Though stardom’s accidental moment has been a blast
You try to get a grip
But the hipster trip’s undone you
You’re skidding on the black ice