ROCK STAR

rock star

with a look so tellin',

to my ears they're shoutin',

I read your lips, you

live high

as you send your kisses

to the lovely Misses

till waves of flattery

run dry

and you're left with counting,

the babies crying,

that sort of thing won't

get by

with no more safety-

pins or lady

and yet you're saying:

REFR:

(you) don't need more, don't reach for greatness

don't reach for, don't need more grace has

always held you in its palm

you don't need more, don't look for finals,

don't look for, don't need no rivals,

years will finally settle your hash

rock star

you're left to vanish

coz Rose and Paris

fancy no more

sex scar

cars or trophies

without senses

you could only

get by

on picking and stealing

sounds and feelings

thinking you could

give life

to something truly

make someone happy

meanwhile you don't

need no more, don't reach for greatness

don't reach for, don’t need more grace has

always held you in its palm

don't need more, don't look for finals,

don't look for, don't need no rivals,

years will finally settle your hash

how could you have anything...

rockstar

how could have anything to give

rockstar

how could you give anything...