text: We are undergoing treatment
  Watching others in the news
  Studying our worst reviews
  They say well 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
  Dont ever ask me for an autograph
  If you ever catch me in the arcade
  Dont even stop me for a photograph
  We are undergoing treatment
  Until 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
  Dont ever ask me
  Now and then you get the strangest notion
  That theres something missing
  But it keeps you guessing
  Wild ambition can you really blame us?
  Can you entertain us?
  Can you give a little more?
  We are undergoing treatment
  But will the doctors ever cure
  These delusions of grandeur?