Teenaged Rock Star

 

Playing the guitar on a night like this

People will throw some change into your case

And laugh at every chord that you miss

As you play, "Angel in White Lace."

 

But you are going to be a star

Buy one of those houses in the hills

Buy a big fancy car

Live only for thrills.

 

First the streets, then the clubs

Buying your way through town

Dining at the local pubs

Laughing and spitting like a clown.

 

But there's something you don't have yet

Some deep void inside of you

Better get close to it

Before that void bursts right on through.

 

But you are a teenaged rock star

You are above all others

You drive around in that fancy car

You have many followers.

 

At the prime of life

End your career

With a knife

Sticking out of your ear.

 

All of a sudden

You are more popular

Stuff starts to happen

There is more value to your car.

 

Vague rumors start to circle

About your lifestyle

And the press goes after your girl

More data added to your file.

 

Papers flash with your image

In memory of you

In your rocking age

Hardly any of it is true.

 

How many drugs did he take?

How many women did he take?

The questions are formed

A new image is born.

 

A shadow falls over your grave

As people wonder who you really were

All the joy you gave

Created yet another stir.

 

They still claim to love you

As they go about their normal lives

They admitted at seeing you through

As they go home to their husbands or wives.

 

Playing your guitar on a night like this

You see a woman in the mist

You stop and think about what to say

Your dreams slowly fade away.