Rockstar lyrics

Like a strong-out junkie

On a desperation ride

You run with the pack now

Losing dignity and pride

You should stay sharp

'Cos the night is young

In the Parasites' Paradise

You gotta deal with the dealers

And sugar-coat your lies

Feather and tar

Whiskey in your jar

A convertible car

A pretty face with a scar

How well you've got it made

You think you'll never fade

You're just a whining rockstar

Just a moaning rockstar

You're just a hot-shot rockstar

You're just a fucked-up rockstar

A rockstar

Big Daddy will help you out

Should you be in need

But could you ever satisfy

You ever growing greed?

You liked this lot but now it's not

So much fun anymore

Up to the hilt with pain and guilt

As your wealth makes you a whore

After all is

Said and done

Now wasn't it fun?

Take the money and run

How well you've got it made

You thought you'd never fade

Refrain: You're just a whining rockstar

Just a moaning rockstar

You're just a hot-shot rockstar

You're just a fucked-up rockstar

A rockstar

Money...money...money...money...

Where is the money?

Where is the motherfucking money?!?

Nanananananananananananana...

I put my money where my mouth is

If my life is in crisis I've got my disciples

I also thank my enemies

My brothers with the faithless kiss

The boys from Venus

The guys with no penis

Alternative press with the teeny-weenies

The way you try to kill my vibe

Just helps me keep the flame alive

Cynics and critics you'd better hit it

You've been all wrong

You'de better admit it

You black-magic mongers

Spitting from corners

You know-nothing say-alls

On somebody's payroll

When destiny calls

The big curtain falls

It's hard not to see

You ain't got no balls

Feather and tar

Whiskey in your jar

A convertible car

A pretty face with a scar

How well you've got it made

You thought you'd never fade

Refrain (2*): You're just a whining rockstar

Just a moaning rockstar

You're just a hot-shot rockstar

You're just a fucked-up rockstar

A rockstar

I put my money where my mouth is

If my life is in crisis I've got my disciples

I also thank my enemies

My brothers with the faithless kiss

The boys from Venus

The guys with no penis

Alternative press with the teeny-weenies

The way you try to kill my vibe

Just helps me keep the flame alive

• Artist:Ákos
• Album:Vertigo