I can read you like a book
and I'm intent on taking a look
and maybe tearing out some pages.
Do you want me broken in two?
Is that the best that you can do?
I can handle your pathetic rages
Yeah, we've got the stage lit
and I think you're the right fit
so you'd better get on with it.
Baby wants to be so blue
when everyone's telling you what to do
'cause you're just a name built on a face
We don't have to swallow this down
we don't have to stick around
Pretty soon you'll vanish without a trace
Come on, everybody, give chase
the big time is a big place
I think you better rest your case
There's nothing good on the radio
Playing cool is the way to go
If they play your song on the radio
You're gonna be a star.
You're gonna be a star.
You're gonna be a star.
I know it is not your fault
this wasteland ideal burial vault
expose us to your atonal hate and misery
You're the pot calling the kettle back
We can't even keep track
of your delusional statements of intensity
You say you're the real McCoy
and you're the best-dressed boy
Sounds to me like a ploy
There's nothing good on the radio
Playing cool is the way to go
If they play your song on the radio
You're gonna be a star.
You're gonna be a star.
You're gonna be a star.
This could be our biggest song
If you please just sing along
We are here for your amusement
Is it on the tip of your tongue?
Can you hear it when it is done?
You want everything to be so confusing
With us lying on our backs
Take my neck and give it a crack
I'm just another stiff in the rack
I'm a stiff in the rack
