If I got shot

I bet the press would pick it up

You'd like me all a lot

If I got beat



When camera's rolled you'd see me lying bloody in the street

If a crazy stalker stabbed me or if down the stairs I fell

My room would fill with flowers,

And with cards to wish me well.



And I'd be your happy hero 'cause you'd heard my catchy song

And after being ripped apart, I could do no harm.

I know that I've done nothing that a coward wouldn't do

But even I might see things different, after listening to you



I'd be so hot, yeah,

For the sale-price of a press release

Success can still be bought

I'd sit so tall



They'd pluck me in a wheelchair and they'd push me down the hall

I'd play a song for dying kids, your eyes would start to tear

That would be the ticket, to bolster my career



And I'd be your happy hero and I'd sell another song

And after viewing my big heart, you'd have me going strong

I'd play a gentle lover in a movie for T.V.

So I deserve your pity, when my wife divorces me



If someone told, no,

Accused of fucking teen-aged boys and beating others cold

You'd side with me!

And enough of your would doubt it, which would likely set me free

You'd say I didn't do it and that anyone could tell,

'cause he's smooth and smart and pretty

And he reads his lines so well



And to be your happy hero

I'd just sing another verse

The more I sing,

The more you would relieve me from my curse

Release me from your consciousness

As I bring down the floor

Selling Pepsi from the stage,

You yell and scream for more



More, more damnit! More!