Settle down child let me take this still
Hush while the camera lingers
And flies in a sink, scatter to country singers
Hold out your hands show me your game boy fingers
Lift up your shirt let the sun shine through
Delicate eyes, avert 'em
Pink and blue, yellow and green like curtains
He said, 'that's fucked up, I didn't mean to hurt him'
He said 'that's fucked up...'
Too late to be a star
Is it too late to be a star
The lesson learned is plain to see
Through Godfather parts two and three
The time elapsed was bad for me
Too late to be a star
To late to be a star to late to be a star it's what you are
Think of a place where nothing is
Whiteout the observation
Like birds in a slick feeling the saturation
I know I'm not alone, and I'm as empty as a fill up station
I know I'm not alone
Repeat bridge and chorus
I'm Larry Clark in this, I'm glad I found her
Run her over with my Geiger Counter
Any thing she does I'll never stop her
She means more to me than Dennis Hopper - to fade
