Rock Star
By edclayton
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Rock Star
With my guitar
I don't know what soap
And water are.
I call room service and she comes to the room,
She sees it's been trashed by some fucking loon.
I point to the minibar, which is sitting in flames,
The girl looks at me like I'm fucking insane.
"And I can't find the remote control, you know?
It was on the TV when I THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW!"
And I'm lying on the bed in nothing but my skin
When the manager of the fucking hotel wanders in.
Rock Star
With lungs full of tar
I'm already fucked
But show me the bar.
When I'm on stage, that's all that matters,
I leave the equipment in flames and tatters,
I spit on the crowd and piss on the fans,
I fuck all the groupies in the backs of vans.
When you're famous, pulling's a doddle,
That's why I'm ugly, but married a model.
It isn't my style or even my sounds,
It's the way I tip doormen with thousands of pounds.
Rock Star
In a TVR
Getting high on coke
In the back of the car.
My guitar and my band are my very best mates,
We travelled through Europe and on to the States.
We tore down the world and it kissed our feet,
It sang our words and our lives were sweet.
Our sets in Thailand went down the best,
Better than Europe and even Ozzfest,
Cos' drinks were cheap and the girls were too -
I bet you wish you were me, don't you?
Rock Star
Hiding a scar
Live for today
Cos' tomorrow's too far.
When the gig's done I'm an empty shell,
Yelling at demons in a personal hell.
I'm all alone and I feel like crying,
On the outside I'm fine, but on the inside I'm dying.
The band breaks up, but I don't know what for.
Maybe we'll meet for another world tour.
But then Jimmy the drummer is feeling morose
And he kills himself with a drug overdose.
Trevor on rhythm is accused of rape,
I know it's true, cos he sent me the tape.
The only one left is Nigel the bassist,
Until he gets stabbed, because he is racist.
The walls I put up are all falling down,
I'm swimming in shit and I think I will drown.
There's a solid brick wall around the next bend,
I won't hit the brakes; I've come to the end.
Rock Star
I've gone too far
I'll spend my last days
in a London ER
with my lungs on a table
and my heart in a jar
and then I will be
a burnt-out rock star.
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