They all make judgments
With what they read
What they think they see
And what they think they know
But in fact
They know nothing at all

They only see the show
And never the hard work
That goes on back stage
Behind the closed curtains

They know nothing of
The blood and sweat
That is shed each show
They know nothing of the truth

So they just carry on
With what they think is so
When actually all they see
Is the act in the show