Lyrics:

Future star, red guitar, you're gonna go far

If you find a right producer

The world's your toy, super boy

The girls all faint

And you start a new religion



Four-star media whore

Backdoor encounters with Madonna

Sales fall, lose it all

The crowd moves on and you can't afford a limo



Pout and cry, fake suicide, then read a book About a past addiction

Tombstone, all you own, twenty years and no one will remember