(First Verse)

Reaching for the brass ring
Hit your head on the glass ceiling
Who's that on the other side?
Old heads that won't fuck off and die

(Chorus)
Never complacent/you do as your told
You've even gotten over your signature holds
Sold all the T-shirts/so close to the top
Step through the curtain/you hear the crowd pop
There's no avoiding the gossip in the back
Brown-nosed coward that sniff Junior's sack
Accept your fate/Put lesser talent over
You have been sentenced to...
Mid-Card Purgatory

(Second Verse)

It's a figment of your imagination
The brass ring is not real
It is all an illusion
Sign the rest of your life away

(Third Verse)

Hang up your boots/It is all over
You did right by the boys
You will always wonder
What if?

(Ending chorus)

You weren't complacent/Did what you were told
You even got over your signature holds
Sold cheap T-shirts for half empty crowds
Jerking the curtain, you peaked at Mid-Card
A career that was buried by gossiping hacks
Brown nosed cowards that sucked Junior's sack
This is your fate, to put the hacks over
You've been sentenced to...
Mid-Card Purgatory

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