("Monica: The World Tour!"  Oh.  Joy...)   CHILD OF PRIVILEGE (To the tune of "Child of Innocence," from the Kansas album Masque)     Sweet child of privilege, living out upon the edge Tabloid fame will take its toll; wrack your body and steal your soul What became of all your fears?  Weren't you drowning in your tears? Who will catch you when you fall?  Who will care if you should call?   We will ignore you; slap your hand and once we're through, We will show you to the door   Who do you think you are?  Don't pretend you're gonna be a TV star We want to hear no more, 'specially not how you'll support Al Gore Though your life is on parade, and you think you've got it made, Soon the limelight will grow cold, long before you're grey and old   We will ignore you; slap your hand and once we're through, We will shove you through the door   In the image of those who've been used before by Bill You were cast in the web of a shameful spell You're holding on to lies, but things aren't as they seem No, you're not like Princess Di; go live within your dream but let us wake! Oh, just let us wake!   Judge not by MTV; more than you can count are tired of thee Give up your foolish pride; all who've praised your book have lied! What became of all your fears?  Weren't you drowning in your tears? Who will catch you when you fall?  Who will care if you should call?   We will ignore you; slap your hand and once we're through, We will kick you out the door We will ignore you; slap your hand and once we're through, We will kick you out the door