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And without a doubt
I'll become a rockstar...
Crushing hotel rooms,
Breaking *live* my guitar...
Drinking way too much,
Taking drugs or something.
My Overdriven nerves
Will snap and drive me...
To killing myself...
Becoming a...
Dead, dead, dead rockstar!
Slammin', screamin' - who we are?!
Stuffed, mad, dumb, annoying...
Complicated and destroing...kids
And I still don't know,
Whether shoot or hang me.
Maybe at the show,
Maybe soon or later.
Wanna be dead legend?
That's not the only way...
Still don't get it?
You are made from clay...
All you need - to form it.
Don't become a...
Dead, dead, dead rockstar!
Slammin', screamin' - who we are?!
Stuffed, mad, dumb, annoying...
Complicated and destroing...kids
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