There's a chill in morning till sparks ignite
for the one who'll make it tonight
there's a flag to show his regard for right
and it waves as he's set alight
no tired steps on the dance floor
the change is more than a dream
and through this miracle of ours
we watch him cause a scene
It's a common ritual all eyes are light
with the fame of earthly demise
thirty seconds later the supper chimes
turn it down and wait for prime time
the screen that glows all around you
an image, one we've all seen
but even if there were sounds there
don't wonder what they mean
(you will be right on the nail)
cause a scene
(you will be right on the nail)
cause a scene, and it won't matter anyway
Through another door at a similar time
find the words strewn about the night
while the piles of paper, the foul blue light
wage a war, the radio's tired
those tidy steps on the dance floor
change is oddly a dream
through the fragments and your snores
you watch them cause a scene
(you will be right on the nail)
cause a scene
(you will be right on the nail)
cause a scene, and it won't matter anyway
Fast asleep, your head draped in the front page
the droppings of the world lining your cage
everywhere there's a war going on
are you wasting the bulk of your time?

all those tired steps all around you
to change is to change your jeans
a harder look might arouse you
if there's action and lots of tease
(you will be right on the nail)
cause a scene
(you will be right on the nail)
cause a scene, and it won't matter anyway
cause a scene
(you will be right on the nail)
it's all you've dreamed
(you will be right on the nail)
cause a scene, and it don't matter - anyway

there's a chill in morning, all eyes shut tight
for the one who made it tonight