Master of Catastrophe

Crash through the door, who even cares? Beer in my hand,

wild blank stares. This party's a cage on the line inside. Feel like a

king, but I'm losing my pride. It's not easy, not easy being

me. The steepmeister, master of catastrophe. Laugh too loud, live too hard,

but the mirror hits like a junkyard shard. They all think I'm the life

of the show. Big laughs, big moves, but they don't know.

Under the jokes, there's a crack in the glass every high's got a low that'll

kick my ass. Sick of the act, tired of the play.