Lyrics:

Seeing ourselves in a magazine makes us proud
So everyone grabs a brush like me
The silver paint looks great on the inside of this fucking cloud
The beat gets bigger and the dream does too
If a radio man has a vision for you
But if he's drunk or deaf or in disguise like the rest
Then we'll do best if we screw one another

We felt so cool
I felt so high
But I'm coming down now

I'm coming down now
The high is over
I'm coming down now
I feel so sober

So many places so many blank faces
Waiting to be told what's cool and what to be into
Could jump off a bridge to make MTV
Or overdose to qualify as a rock star
The place ain't packed, the place ain't jumping
Our tunes are wack and bad attitude's pumpin'
The fantasy factory is cranking out the lies
Take it from a sucker who's locked on the inside

Want to be cool?
Want to get high?
Go ahead, I'm coming down now