We are undergoing treatment
Watching others in the news
Studying our worst reviews
They say we´ll get over it
Disappear like dinosaurs
To the sound of small applause
Resign to the mid-price section

If you see me walking in the garden
Don´t ever ask me for an autograph
If you ever catch me in the arcade
Don´t even stop me for a photograph

We are undergoing treatment
´Til our ethic fits the scene
Laid out in Q Magazine
They crave our conformity
Mediocre to the bone
Terrified testosterone
But why do we still face the music?

If you see me walking in the garden
Don´t ever ask me...

Now and then you get the strangest notion
That there´s something missing
But it keeps you guessing
Wild ambition can you really blame us?
Can you entertain us?
Can you give a little more?

If you see me walking in the garden
Don´t ever ask me for an autograph
If you ever catch me in the arcade
Don´t even stop me for a photograph

We are undergoing treatment
But will the doctors ever cure
These delusions of grandeur?