Thrush Hermit Claim To Lame Lyrics

I'm wired in series like my birthday presentI'm second
hand
I'm money well spent
If the pilot episode isn't well received
We'll need a network
We'll need a series
I'm wired together from head to toe
Candles (birthday candles) are gonna blow out
The pilot episode was such a bomb
We need a hit theme
We need a hit song
It was my claim to fame
But I never had a claim on you
And the Panama City

(I just remember the weather) Was where it began
Before the fights and commercials
And the animosity
(I don't remember a thing)
That you have for me
Is almost hysterical
It's almost hilarious
But it's not hysterical
I'm nailed together on the fame decline
Wired to spy, to tap the wire, to always remind
The story ends the day you left
I lost you but I lost interest
It was my claim to fame
But I never had a claim on you