Songtext von No Pioneer

You said you wouldn't let it go to your head The spotlight has added ten pounds to it Self accolades are self defeating You're a bad magic act, an old riff rehashed You're no pioneer Who will you be tomorrow? The cards you were holding bore a royal flush The crowd thought you insightful I thought they were nuts I cringe at the sight of your grand finale You contort yourself to the crowd take a well deserved bow Who will you be tomorrow? Every time the seasons changeI get that uncertain sting You haven't learned a thing You're not remembering Your new friends, they're not pioneers You're no pioneer