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Genre
Charts
Peak #232
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
jon bushaway
Rights
zebrabookmusic
Uploaded
August 26, 2009
Track Files
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MP3 11.0 MB • 256 kbps • 6:01
Lyrics
a018Pop Stara019
Is the bass really needed when we strike up the band?
Are we watching for applause or a solitary hand?
Who is singing this song is it me is it you
Is it a rock and roll tune or just something blue?
When the drummer drums is he on a roll
Did he come straight from work or is he on the dole
My guitar isn't working someone stole a string
So if Ia019m not lead will I have to sing
Words that were written by someone elsea019s pen
Understood by children not older than ten
Its such a farce I am not a pop star
I think we are sh** but I know wea019ll go far
I think we are sh** but I know wea019ll go far
Until it is open and the paper is read
And there are pictures of us in someone elsea019s bed
A prank or a joke to get us success
And a girl in a wig and a man in a dress
Tired and wasted and smashed to the hilt
Watch out below the machines on a tilt
I didn't do it but then again who did
Leave me alone put back the lid
On the life that I had not that long ago
Before I found stardom in this fake music show
Put on pedestals put up on a stage
Made to be a star at not a fair age My life is now finished my heads in a spin
I went in the competition went in to win
But what was the price that they had in store
Still in rock and roll when I'm sixty four
This is just madness Ia019ll never see twenty
Alcohol and drugs of that Ia019ve seen plenty
Alcohol and drugs of that Ia019ve seen plenty
The piano is quiet the ballad is sad
I wrote it for you dear mum and dad
For giving me life and giving me dreams
Of fast racing cars and blue football teams
These are the sad notes they tell the tale
Of too much excitement which all went so stale
I was the king then I was the hero
To those far too young to ever know
Pinned up on walls by big blue eyes
Giggling and chuckling with puppy fat thighs
In times since then Ia019ve been pinned back on walls
For failing to pay Ia019ve been kicked in the balls
Ita019s just an addiction my paid for shrink said
He'll be all right when we've cleaned out his head
He'll be all right when we've cleaned out his head
But it didn't work as the piano will tell
And songs from a dead one will always sell
And songs from a dead one will always sell
And songs from a dead one will always sell
And songs from a dead one will always sell
And songs from a dead one will always sell
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