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Here’s a haunting ode to all of those rock stars who achieved the highly coveted goal of stardom and fame, and for whatever reason gave up and threw it all away through wreckless or self-destructive behavior.
-B
It’s clear you have a death wish
From what I hear
Your latest dish, lives for you
It scares you half to death
You bend over backwards to make a statement
Hang from the rafters and lick the pavement
Split your lip and barely catch a breath
Your lovely eyes that close like petals
Your sweet surprise can win you medals
You strut your stuff and fan your peacock feathers
Even if you fake it to get attention
Whatever it’ll take to get them to listen
Piss on your designer boots and designer leathers
Hey little rock star [hey little rock star]
Why don’t you see
This is not all that, it’s cracked up to be
And I can’t say I blame you
For throwin’ the towel in
For buying more fame
Cashing your chips in
With all your talent
So much to gain
To toss it away like this
Would be such a shame
Juvenile delinquent, misunderstood
Peter Pan and Robin Hood
Will you ever do the things your afraid to do?
Will you ever know happiness of a rock star?
Was your death wish stronger than you are?
Will you go up in flames like the torches that are carried for you?
Hey little rock star [hey little rock star]
Why don’t you see
This is not all that, it’s cracked up to be
And I can’t say I blame you
For throwin’ the towel in
For buying more fame
Cashing your chips in
With all your talent
So much to gain
To toss it away like this
Would be such a shame
To toss it away like this
Would be such a shame
