Thrush Hermit - Claim To Lame lyrics

I'm wired in series like my birthday present I'm second hand I'm money well spent If the pilot episode isn't well received We'll need a network We'll need a series I'm wired together from head to toe Candles (birthday candles) are gonna blow out The pilot episode was such a bomb We need a hit theme We need a hit song It was my claim to fame But I never had a claim on you And the Panama City (I just remember the weather) Was where it began Before the fights and commercials And the animosity (I don't remember a thing) That you have for me Is almost hysterical It's almost hilarious But it's not hysterical I'm nailed together on the fame decline Wired to spy, to tap the wire, to always remind The story ends the day you left I lost you but I lost interest It was my claim to fame But I never had a claim on you