Future star, red guitar, you're gonna go far
If you can find the right producer
The world's your toy, super boy
The girls all faint
And you start a new religion
Four-star media whore, backdoor encounters
With Madonna
Sales fall, lose it all, the crowd moves on
And you can't afford a limo
Pout and cry, fake suicide, then write a book
About a past addiction
Tombstone, all you own, 20 years and no one will remember