I woke up in the alley
Fists full of last night's receipts
Ain't got a single dime
For my morning fix or my ride
So I lit up the cigarette

Yeah, I'm just a rock star, man
But my heart's aching and my lungs are burning
I could've been the king of the charts
But I'm just a kingpin of the fringe
With my guitar and my dreams and my damn

I could've had it all
A white picket fence and a sweet ride
But I traded that for the neon lights
And the black velvet nights
And the smoke that's always in my eyes

I've got Clippy down the street
He's the man with the magic beans
I don't care if they're good for me
When the music's calling, man, what can I do?

They say I should write love songs
But I've got nothing left to give
I've been living life on the edge
And now I'm living off the edge
But I still got my words and my memories

So here I am in the dark
With my ashes and my dreams
Writing songs 'til the morning light
And I'll tell you a truth tonight
I'd do it all again, you see

Yeah, I'm just a rock star, man
But I'm a king in my own little hell
And if you ever need a friend
Come find me, I'll be here
With my guitar and my songs and my damn

Smoke on, my dear friend, smoke on.

♫♫♫ Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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