Текст песни
Your art is in making illusions
So little of good kind, but bad ones in profusion
You always caught in the middle
Can anybody blame you for being such a riddle, oh
You wear the make-up on your face
You know you're good in your disgrace
Boys telling that you're out of space
But you know that you're loon
You're fade and you're trace
Put on your fur coat
And your fake smile too
It's showtime, baby, yes
Is there a man who can beat you
Or turn your old games into something new
You always know it in advance
No-no-nobody had even a chance
You wear the make-up on your face
You know you're good in your disgrace
Boys telling that you're out of space
But you know that you're loon, you're fade
and you're trace
Put on your fur coat
And your fake smile too
It's showtime, baby, yes
We are Mess Makers
We are Mess Makers
We are Mess Makers
We are
We are Mess Makers
We are Mess Makers
We are Mess Makers
You wear the make-up on your face
You know you're good in your disgrace
Put on your fur coat
And your fake smile too
It's showtime, baby, yes
It's showtime, baby, yes
Mess Makers are the best
