You do everything right for all the wrong reasons
  and you use all the tricks of the trade
  From the tip of your toes to the tip of your tongue
  you've carefully planned your crusade
  It's all surface no substance, all payed in advance
  but you're the one paying the price
  and the only thing left will be a hole in your pocket
  when everyone else gets their slice/has been given their slice
  
  where are you now, what have you done
  what have you got left, what have you become
  you had the world in your hands but it slipped through
  your fingers and now look at what you've become
  
  The masterplan wasn't yours you were just the excuse
  To squeeze out some juice from the fruit
  and nobody cares about your personal life
  all you are is the latest recruit
  the sweet smell of success has a foul aftertaste
  and when you've lost your place in the sun
  what you won't do for you love you just do for money
  so you'd best take the money you can and then run
  
  where are you now, what have you done
  you had the world in your hands but it slipped through
  your fingers and now look at what you've become
  where are you now, what have you done
  what have you got left, what have you become
  
  there are no rules in the book that apply to the game
  the truth comes like a slap in the face
  And the next runner up gets a moment to shine
  in the spotlight once you've lost your place
  keep on wearing that suit for as long as it fits
  and pretend that it's not wearing you
  and while your busy being somebody you're not
  you're much better off not even having a clue