The Amoebas - Washed Up (Suburban Rockstars) Lyrics

Got your existence shoveled out
Spoon fed from a can
They must love you in bars
With beer sales to the floor
Heard a million times before
That talk about chicks and cars
Tell the world you're such a man
But don't make me stop and count
You washed-up, suburban rockstar
Chase the dreams you blew years ago
Don't tell me what to do
Only I say
How my life goes
This ain't no arena
But you swagger like it is
"Thanks, all, for coming out, there's three great bands to come"
Your depth leaves me undone
Haven't you figured out?
It's character as thin as your macho placebo
Washed-up, suburban rockstar
Chase the dreams you blew years ago
Don't tell me what to do
Only I say
How my life goes
Rock god
Wannabe
Rock god
Wannabe
Rock god
Wannabe
Rock god
Wannabe