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He wants to be glorified  And swallowed in fame  He wants to be a hero  Like Kurt Cobain  Playing his guitar  With it hung round his knees  The tour bus syndrome  The touring disease  He stands like a soldier  He's ready to charge  The young girls he sleeps with  Are all a mirage  He wants to be wanted  But doesn't know why  Reality curtains  Black out a blue sky  Play on play on and eat up the sun  Pop up to London and soak up the fun  Play on play on with gathering speed  Its Saturday night  As the ears start to bleed  He wants to be famous a  And fall when he's young  Climbing up ladders  Without any rungs  Ill in the morning  And wasted all day  Looking demented  With not much to say  He pulls out a woman  From under his bed  Her eyes are like cherries  That spin in her head  If he hits the jackpot  He's in the top ten