This is a song about "Working long"

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

(and go berserk) all night long

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Working my way to the top

Living if she is or not

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Working from nouns to verbs

I used to turn to churches for help but it wasn't working,

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting

Two reflections into one

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

My talents for far too long

But just when it gets good, she's gone

This is my day year long

December 4th a star was born