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He wants to be glorified

And swallowed in fame

He wants to be a hero

Like Kurt Cobain

Playing his guitar

With it hung round his knees

The tour bus syndrome

The touring disease

He stands like a soldier

He's ready to charge

The young girls he sleeps with

Are all a mirage

He wants to be wanted

But doesn't know why

Reality curtains

Black out a blue sky



Play on play on and eat up the sun

Pop up to London and soak up the fun

Play on play on with gathering speed

Its Saturday night

As the ears start to bleed



He wants to be famous a

And fall when he's young

Climbing up ladders

Without any rungs

Ill in the morning

And wasted all day

Looking demented

With not much to say



He pulls out a woman

From under his bed

Her eyes are like cherries

That spin in her head

If he hits the jackpot

He's in the top ten