A take on whether being famous is as good as we are led to believe.
famous
who,d be famous
lights flash
causing cars to crash
famous
who,d be famous
pumped up egos
chasing diamonds
sink that cold beer
cos, the champagne don,t taste so good
drinking in the high life
buy yourself a new wife
hold the press
while i choke back the tears
hold my face
while i take off the years
drive another new car
ain,t no time for second best
got a plastic heart
to match my soul
sit back,count the cash
empty notes,bigger boats
fame won,t fill you up
just nail your feet to theground
hire yourself a love machine
hot tubs,
night clubs
the robotic madness of the western world
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