V.i.p. Lyrics - How About I Be Me (and You Be You)? - Sinead Oconnor

What is real VIP 

Do we have the balls to go to their party 

Or do we rather stay in times 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 fitting girl 

To help her own sisters and brothers 

Was in hidden history 

The artists 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 alone for begging 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 givin' hope 

When we stand behind the velvet rope 

Or get our pictures taking with the pope 

Like some sick April foul kind of joke 

Who's really really real real VIP 

The one that telling the most conquering kin 

Who looks around at everything 

And sees exactly what we've been 

He is the face that never was nor will be kissed 

[?] will be down on his guest list 

When we standing at the gates 

After being fashionably late 

There'll be no make up and there'll be no [?] 

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 cryin to you 

You will be asked to say what did you do 

And what's behind that 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