Bitter cold winter
In the restless New York city
Day & night, I long for my dreams
Screenwriter, actor, director, producer
So far away they seem
How can life be so unfair? How can life be so unfair?
Talented, creative, extraordinary
Screaming within, nobody could hear
Trapped below $30,000 a year
A potential talent fully aware
Millions and millions to be made
But nobody important cares
My freedom is a prison
At a corporation called Cablevision
Eight hours a day, fourty hours a week
One thirty minute break
Two fifteen minute paroles
Whenever the call que dies down
And the Hollywood dreams come to mind
The next call comes in
And you kiss them all goodbye
Life is cruel, life is cruel
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2007-12-06
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