Lyrics

Verse 1]
I was hauling crates down on the loading bay
Steel-toed boots and a twelve-hour day
TV's blarin', boys in makeup pose
Gold chains flashin’ and designer clothes

[Pre-Chorus]
And I said, “Hey Joe, look at that screen—
He’s got a yacht and a beauty queen”
Joe spits and says, “Ain’t that great?
He gets the fame on a silver plate”

[Chorus]
That’s the life, just lights and flashin’
No sweat, no strain, just fame and cashin’
Click a pic, sell a smile, celebrate
They get the fame on a silver plate

[Verse 2]
Lip-sync lies and a backstage crew
Million-dollar show for a song they never knew
We break our backs, get paid in crumbs
While they lip their hits and beat on drums

[Pre-Chorus]
And I said, “Where’s the justice in that sound?”
Joe laughs, “It’s just a circus town”
He shakes his head, says, “Ain’t it fate?
They get the fame on a silver plate”

[Chorus]
That’s the dream, just flash and fiction
No calloused hands, no real affliction
Just post and pose, and syndicate
They get the fame on a silver plate

[Bridge]
I could dance like that, if I had a crew
Make me a star, sell me like new
But I’ll be here with this heavy load
While they drive off down the golden road

[Final Chorus]
That’s the game, just slick production
Big talk, no trade, just mass seduction
Slick suits, no dues, just step through the gate
They get the fame on a silver plate

[Outro]
Yeah, just lights and glam, no heavy freight
All shine, no grind—fame on a silver plate