| Do we have the balls to go to that party? |
| Or would we rather dance with vanity? |
| Tell me now what's a real V.I.P? |
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| Who are we to give that name to us? |
| When we don't know the lives of others. |
| When we can barely raise a finger. |
| to help our own sisters and brothers. |
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| Wasn't it in history. |
| The artists always spoke their people's needs? |
| Now we're gorged upon what devils feed |
| In the shallow form of M.T.V |
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| Telling the youth to worship futile dreams. |
| And long for bling and for material things. |
| I tell you what a really real V.I.P is.. |
| A face that never was nor will be kissed. |
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| To whom exactly are we giving hope? |
| When we stand behind the velvet rope. |
| Getting our pictures taken with the pope |
| Like some sick April fool kind of joke. |
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| Who is the real V.I.P? |
| The true and the most conquering king |
| Who looks around at everything? |
| And knows exactly what we've been. |
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| His is the face that never was nor will be kissed. |
| Do we think we'll be down on his guest list? |
| When we're standing at the gate. |
| After being fashionably late. |
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| There'll be no make-up and there'll be no film crew. |
| No vuitton bags and no manolo shoes. |
| When he's presiding over you. |
| Asking you did you love only you. |
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| Or did you stand for something else. |
| Besides the hankering for fame and famousness. |
| The one who always was and always is |
| Will show you what a real V.I.P is. |
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| The fatherless. |
| The motherless. |
| The ravaged child at home |
| who cried to you. |
| You will be asked to say |
| what did you do. |
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| What is behind his velvet curtain? |
| Don't know but I can say for certain |
| The face that never was nor will be kissed |
| Will tell you what a real V.I.P is. |
