rock star
with a look so tellin',
to my ears they're shoutin',
I read your lips, you
live high
as you send your kisses
to the lovely Misses
till waves of flattery
run dry
and you're left with counting,
the babies crying,
that sort of thing won't
get by
with no more safety-
pins or lady
and yet you're saying:
REFR:
(you) don't need more, don't reach for greatness
don't reach for, don't need more grace has
always held you in its palm
you don't need more, don't look for finals,
don't look for, don't need no rivals,
years will finally settle your hash
rock star
you're left to vanish
coz Rose and Paris
fancy no more
sex scar
cars or trophies
without senses
you could only
get by
on picking and stealing
sounds and feelings
thinking you could
give life
to something truly
make someone happy
meanwhile you don't
need no more, don't reach for greatness
don't reach for, don’t need more grace has
always held you in its palm
don't need more, don't look for finals,
don't look for, don't need no rivals,
years will finally settle your hash
how could you have anything...
rockstar
how could have anything to give
rockstar
how could you give anything...