Brush your mane while you walk down the street
Don't give a fuck about the pussy you eat
Sculpt your image, carve out your place
Fucking useless, just another face
Second record wasn't fit for release
Got no grip and I know dawn of the stink
why not go throw your ball in the spiel
Gotta move it, gotta move it
'fore you lose it, if you lose it you lose it
You bungled total nirvana
You fuckin' rockstar.
Gotta pack your bags and find a new scene
Burned your bridges everywhere you've been
Got away, you gotta contemplate it
tryin' to work it but you never made it
Steady goin but you hit on a bi-low
Kinda dull... kinda hittin' the bottle
You bungled total nirvana
Better off you're writhing on a rope
You fuckin' rockstar.

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