It’s all a symptom of the bright lights
Where the concrete carved out the landscape
Where the talent terrors in the twilight
We all might die in the limelight
We go where the vine meets the sunset
Where dreams go to die in stride
If we make it they might call us blessed
If we don't, it's the end of the ride
Choke the 15 minutes and don't let go of it
Until it's dead and buried and no one gives a shit
In a world full of losers, every move is for the win
In a world full of sheep, the wolf is the biggest hit
Took the long road to the top and it killed your soles
The one's at the top just cracked the whip
You do what you can to shift the roles
But you're captaining a sinking ship

In a room full of snakes where the cameras flash
They take and they take, you'll never get that back
The dark horse rises out of the ash
Hear the pitter-patter of the hooves on the track
Go for gold despite the threat of being last
The fear of insignificance doesn’t hold us back
You want to be famous? Show some skin
You want to make money? Gotta give in
You want to be on top? Become a trend
You want to be remembered? You’ve gotta transcend
We’ve got enough kings, so they’ll make you a god
Then you’ll be idolized despite all of your wrongs
The lights will shine bright for you wherever you may be
You won’t escape them ‘till they move onto the next thing
Then you’ll fade out into irrelevancy
15 minutes gone, you were the flavor of the week

This jetset life just wasn’t mean for the weak
And some types of nostalgia just weren’t meant to repeat
Captured lighting in a bottle once, how about that?
But where do you go after the light fades to black?
Hustling for something we can’t see but still envision
Chase tears us by the seams ‘till we’re hanging by a thread
But we still never expected the inevitable collision
But the powers that be see to it we’re misled
It’s all illusions; lifestyles you’re force-fed
We’ve got these contusions, from years spent in the trench
I’ve got this delusion that I’m better off dead
The thirst for power is a feeling no man can quench
Hollywood and Highland is my Jerusalem
And I’m a social pariah mistaken for a messiah
Santa Monica Blvd, heaven for the hooligans
And I’m sick of this game, I’m fuckin’ retirin’

She said, “Fuck me, I’m famous!
Why hate when you can get with this?
Your music’s great, it makes me wet
If you fuck me, you’ll be famous”

She said, “Fuck me, I’m famous!
Why hate when you can get with this?
Your music’s great, but you need a break
If you fuck me, you’ll be famous”

She said, “Fuck me, I’m famous!
Why hate when you can get with this?
Your music’s great, it makes me wet
If you fuck me, you’ll be famous”

She said, “Fuck me, I’m famous!
Why hate when you can get with this?
Your music’s great, but you need a break
So if you fuck me, you’ll be famous”