Who do you want to be?
Is it that one at the front of the crowd
Moving to a song they don't know
Dancing for a camera they will never see
Flash bulb lust
I don't want a piece of that fame
I don't want no handy nickname

Just let me wake up on the right side of the bed
And let me see something there for once
To let me know I meant something more
Than just another car
In your train of thought

Who do you want to be?
Is it that one on the front of the stage
Shouting to people with a bullhorn mouth
Going hoarse trying to turn back sheep
Jesus clone
I got no labels that you can scoff
Don't want nothing that you can peel off

Who's got my number?
Stand forward
No sleep
Til I'm six feet deep

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