He's unknowingly hurt,
By the fact that only controversy sells.
So he's living up his Rockstar lifestyle,
Abusing alcohol and himself.
Crucified every night,
In the filth that he makes.
Oblivious to the state,
Of his last Dazed mistakes.
Hey Tommy!
Hey Tommy Rockstar!
Don't you know it's doing you no good?
Don't you know it's doing you no good?
Hey Tommy!
Hey Tommy Rockstar!
Don't you know it's doing you no good?
Don't you know it's doing you no,
You no,
You know.
He's blinded by the neon lights,
Sweetly singing out his name.
Trying to expand his mind,
In a hope to rekindle the flame.
Crucified every night,
In the filth that he makes.
Oblivious to the state,
Of his last Dazed mistakes.
Hey Tommy!
Hey Tommy Rockstar!
Don't you know it's doing you no good?
Don't you know it's doing you no good?
Hey Tommy!
Hey Tommy Rockstar!
Don't you know it's doing you no good?
Don't you know it's doing you no,
You no,
You no good?
