Lyrics Sinéad O'Connor

Written by: Sinéad O'Connor

Produced by: John Reynolds

What is a real VIP
Do we have the balls to go to that party
Or do we rather stay and dance with vanity
Tell me now what's a real VIP

And who are we to give that name to us
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger
To help our own sisters and brothers

Wasn't it in history
The artist always spoke their people's needs?
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams
And long for plain and for material things
I tell you what a real VIP is
A face that never was nor will be kissed

To whom exactly are we giving hope
When we stand behind the velvet rope
Or get our pictures taken with the pope
Like some sick April foul kind of joke

Who's really really real real VIP
The one, the true and most conquering king
Who looks around at everything
And sees exactly what we've been
His is the face that never was nor will be kissed
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list
When we're standing at the gate
After being fashionably late
There'll be no make-up and there'll be no filming crews
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you
Asking you, did you love only you?
Or did you stand for something else?
Besides the hankering for fame and fame itself
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real VIP is

The fatherless, the motherless
The ravage child at home who crying to you
You will be asked to say what did you do
And what's behind this velvet curtain
Don't know but I can say for certain
A face that never was nor will be kissed
Will show you what a real VIP is


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