Gonna Die A RockStar
I've had blisters on my fingers,
Stayed up all night in bars,
Seen morning while night lingers
And played with girls in fancy cars.
You can take your regal robes,
And all your splendid finery,
Don't wanna be no F-top Ueberlord,
I know I'm gonna die a RockStar.
I've slept in crazy jellybeans,
Had escorts to the social scenes,
I've had a piece, know what it means,
Pursued by screaming crowds.
You can have your peace and tranquil life,
I'll play guitar and create strife,
Don't wanna be no F-top Ueberlord,
I know I gonna die a RockStar.