Seeing ourselves in a magazine makes us proud
So everyone grabs a brush like me
The silver paint looks great on the inside of this f*cking cloud
The beat gets bigger and the dream does too
If a radio man has a vision for you but if he’s drunk or deaf
Or in disguise like the rest then we’ll do best if we screw one another
We felt so cool I felt so high but I’m coming down now
I’m coming down now the high is over I’m coming down now I feel so sober
So many places so many blank faces waiting to be told what’s cool and what to be into
As a rock star the place ain’t packed the place ain’t jumping our tunes are wack
And bad attitude’s pumpin’ the fantasy factory is cranking out lies take it
From a sucker who’s locked on the inside
Want to be cool? Want to get high? Go ahead I’m coming down now