Washed out rock stars with burnt out stars as their eyes
Making another comeback for any price
Deluded by all previous fame
And all your material rotten past it's sell by date
No convictions or a fucking cause
For your last fix of fame and money
You will whore your souls
Scavenging for licenses to try and get free gear
Admit that you're now just shit, a pathetic failure
No convictions or a fucking cause
For your last fix of fame and money
You will whore your souls