superstar talking blues

you say you've been abused

and i know that you're confused

but you know that don't excuse you

superstar

i'm not saying you should keep schtum

but all this howling at the moon

it's a jester's token gesture

it's a joke that's gone too far

still your entourage is laughing

'cause they're mode to

'cause they're paid to

superstar

you claim my words degrade you

i waylaid and then betrayed you

i even hear you threatening to resign

but how can i respect you?

for if i ever met you

that meeting was a fleeting blip in time

now it's hello motorolla

and goodbye rock and roller

'cause there's bourbon in the cola

superstar

now sirius is rising

against a bloody red horizon

and the morning star s hiding

in deference to mars

it's no time for compromising

with the madness they're devising

'cause the dog days rays are deadly

as befits a rabid star

it's a season without meaning

it's deceiving and you're dreaming

'cause you're not the voice of reason

superstar

with your death metal laugh

and your cobwebbed lace shoes

and your mouldy old taste in bad rhythm and

blues

and your cancer cell phone

and your yesterdays news

you're the unwilling king

of the unwilling crew

still they walk some way behind you

'cause they're hollow

and they follow

superstar