From the recording Third
Lyrics
Fifteen Minutes
Fifteen minutes is all you’ve got
Make it last ‘cause you have got one shot
Fifteen minutes and you’re all washed up
Saint or sinner there’s no loving cup
No shame, no blame, just fame
No shame, the game, is fame
Fifteen minutes doesn’t make you right
Watch your back and hold your pockets tight
Fifteen minutes leaves you wanting more
Careful what you might be wishing for
No shame, no blame, just fame
No shame, the game, is fame
Now you might think you’ve got it all figured out
And you might find your fortune
But you might lose everything you are
But you might not even care
Fifteen minutes left you long ago
Seems to me that you’re the last to know
Fifteen minutes you misunderstood
Count your blessings cause you’re not that good
No shame, no blame, just fame
No blame, the game, is fame.