A Magazine Lyrics - Trampoline - Steel Train

Everyone wants to be part of the scene 

See themselves pretty in a magazine 

So when my life did read just like a book 

Out of corners and cracks they came to look 

And that's the story from the years that came 

Everyone wants to be part of the shame 

What a tragedy, what a glamorous scene 

Write it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine 

Open up to read about a murder 

Look at the pretty lipstick shades 

And that's just how you met your Frank Sinatra 

On the paper thin walls of a magazine 

Picked up and paid for, yeah, but 

Who knows what you're really bound to be 

You put the pages on your mirror 

Another sob story, yeah, but 

It will never fill you up just like the way 

You always hoped it bound to be 

Who are you? 

Dream a dream, she looks like Madonna 

Or find a Jesus of your own 

Or something different, just made for your cover 

No religion is fit for a magazine 

Picked up and paid for, yeah, but 

Who knows what you're really bound to be 

You put the pages on your mirror 

You'll never measure up to that 

Another sob story, yeah, but 

It will never fill you up just like the way 

You always hoped it bound to be 

Who are you? 

So you read it in a magazine 

And I had seen the things I'd never dream 

Read it in a book or a magazine, a magazine, a magazine