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Why is it all these fakers
Seem to nake the morning papers?
They re selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion
Lokk at the Jazz Star, he really needs some guts
Playing from seven to midnight, surviving on peanuts
Selling records by the dozen
Probably sold his tenor to make em
With artwork designed by his brother
And liner notes by his mother

Told what to do, miming to a tape
While a team of experts make sure you re looking great
Taking a limo to your own private bar
My God! I want to be a popstar!

Going to get on the T.V and go on dates with only the pretty
Maybe next year I ll pretend to be gay
I ll sell more records in a flash that way
Makes no difference if i look like a nut
Every kid in the world is going to copy my haircut
I ll advertise some trainers, maybe even a car
Shrewd product placement will gurantee I m a star
An ugly guy will write my songs
Surley there is nothing wrong
Retiring when I m 22
With a house a car and nothing to do

Instantaneous satisfaction it will be
Got no need for artistic credibility
With this attitude I m bound to go far
My God! I want to be a popstar!

Where s the middle ground?
It s hard to make a living with you own true sound
What road am I going to tread?
What the hell would i do instead?

There may be no tours in Roma, or drug-induced designer coma
No teenage girls when show is over, I prefer my women older
Maybe I don t know what I m talking about
Sometimes it would be nice to play a place and sell out
Driving to a gig in my brand new sports car
My God! I want to be a popstar!

Maybe its too easy, to move so quickly so far
Who wants to be a popstar?

I know you re a slave kid
And you were my slut
Bleed in my blood
You ll be on both ends
I m me again
Days can be erased
invisibilities traced
one day you ll face
days you never saw

Surrogate people

Surrogate People they walk on by, they walk on by
When they replace you
They live your life, they live your life
Surrogate People they walk on by, they walk on by
When they replace you
They live your life, they live your life
Surrogate People they walk on by, they walk on by
When they replace...

Ill wind

Blow, ill wind, blow away
Let me rest today

You re blowin me no good
No good

Go, ill wind, go away
Skies are oh so gray
Around my neighborhood
And that s no good

*
You re only misleading
The sunshine I m needing
Ain t that a shame
It s so hard to keep up
With troubles that creep up
From...

Hope

When you look at me
From your own century
I may seem to be
Strange archeology
But when the winds blow
From this direction
You may sense me there
In your reflection
I think I feel you
But I will never know
As the swallows leave
And the children grow...

Dissolve

Flat on your back
You’re senses are lost
And you’re what you are
Just because you mean what you say
That’s not saying
That you’re so far in the clean
Nothing means anything
Last of the pack
Your image dissolves
And your life’s unresolved
All my children slaughter me
All that was is not to be
All the snakes that...