Pleas of the Living Dead Men 404

[Verse 1:]
Flynn's a dancing puppet
Actor on a budget
Always wanted to make it in the theatre world
But he never can beat out those pretty girls
Audience laughter
Is coming after
Some fucked-up lines and a blushed-out face
Critics afterwards call the performance "a disgrace"
He goes home at night
No one by his side
He thought he'd meet a girl on the extravagant stage
The kind who's smart and the kind who's brave
But his home is silent
The roles are minor
Never talks to the performers who are by his side
Never bothers to act, never bothers to try

And his paycheck is never what he really wants
The shows he's in are never really fun
Audition process is always a regret
He's on that stage and he wishes he were dead
But the cheers are loud every single time
He can pretend they're cheering for him
But he knows it's a dream, and it isn't fine
He goes home and drinks some gin