Like a strong-out junkie
On a desperation ride
You run with the pack now
Losing dignity and pride

You should stay sharp
'Cause the night is young
In the Parasites' Paradise
You gotta deal with the dealers
And sugar-coat your lies

Feathet and tar
Whiskey in your jar
A convertible car
A pretty face with a scar
How well you've got it made
You think you'll never fade

You're just a whining rockstar
Just a moaning rockstar
You're just a hot-shot rockstar
You're just a fucked-up rockstar
A rockstar

Big Daddy will help you out
Should you be in need
But could you ever satisfy
You ever growing greed?

You liked this lot but Now it's not
So much fun anymore
Up to the hilt with pain and guilt
As your wealth makes you a whore

After all is
Said and done
Now wasn't it fun?
Take the money and run
How well you've got it made
You thought you'd never fade

You're just a whining rockstar
Just a moaning rockstar
You're just a hot-shot rockstar
You're just a fucked-up rockstar
A rockstar

Money...money...money...money...
Where is the money?
Where is the motherfucking money?!?
Nanananananananananananana...

I put my money where my mouth is
If my life is in crisis I've got my disciples
I also thank my enemies
My brothers with the faithless kiss
The boys from Venus
The guys with no penis
Alternative press with the teeny-weenies
The way you try to kill my vibe
Just helps me keep the flame alive

Cynics and critics you'd better hit it
You've been all wrong
You'de better admit it
You black-magic mongers
Spiiting from corners
You know-nothing say-alls
On somebody's payroll
When destiny calls
The big curtain falls
It's hard not to see
You ain't got no balls

Feather and tar
Whiskey in your jar
A convertible car
A pretty face with a scar
How well you've got it made
You thought you'd never fade

You're just a whining rockstar
Just a moaning rockstar
You're just a hot-shot rockstar
You're just a fucked-up rockstar
A rockstar