No class, no style, no shame
A poser in the coloured lights
No love, no shine, no pain
A superficial freakshow

You think it's such a shame
Your picture's not in the hall of fame
You lived your life a lie
But you don't know the reason why


So you think you are a rockstar
Put your money where your mouth is
You tell the crowd to come on, come on, come on, come
But you, you don't deliver
Look in the mirror you're no rockstar
You're just an overrated has-been
I'm telling you to come on, come on, come on, come on
Go home back in your cage
Get off the stage

No love, no life, no stage
Locked inside the powder room
No heart, no soul, no faith
You sold them at the crossroads

It's such a crying shame
You've got no star on the walk of fame
You made your mother cry
But you don't know the reason why

(Repeat chorus)

Robby talks about Rockstar

A bit inspired by Rammstein and Marilyn Manson, about a wannabe rockstar, a non genuine person. A mixture between some people I know.

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