Nels Andrews Welterweight Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's a little greasepaint for the balcony
And a wink for the mezzanine
And a smile so wide where the angels hide in their boxes in-between
Frightened, frozen in the footlights, a starlet painted to [?]
In a part too big and a dress too small, the stagehands fed her lines

[Chorus]
And it's 10, 9, 8
Swansong of a welterweight
7, 8, 9
You should have seen me in my prime
And it's 5, 4, 3
Take a [phone?] and grab your [fee?]
3, 2, 1
Fighting over when the bells have rung
And thе bells have rung...
[Verse 2]
She slеpt right through rehearsal, second time in as many days
And the wide-eyed understudy wrung her hands and paced backstage
She made the afterparty, she made liars of us all As she made her crooked entrance just in time for curtain calls

[Chorus]
And it's 10, 9, 8
Swansong of a welterweight
7, 8, 9
You should have seen me in my prime
And it's 5, 4, 3
Take a [phone?] and grab your [fee?]
3, 2, 1
Fighting over when the bells have rung
And the bells have rung...

[Verse 3]
Critics, raves, and accolades
The end still wanting more
Open calls and half-filled halls
Numbers at the door

[Chorus]
And it's 10, 9, 8
Swansong of a welterweight
7, 8, 9
You should have seen me in my prime
And it's 5, 4, 3
Take a [phone?] and grab your [fee?]
3, 2, 1
Fighting over when the bells have rung
And the bells have rung...