(Box/Lanzon/Shaw) 

You're too vain, you're insane
 You think the world will stop turning 'cause you ain't around
 Blind eyes, cheap lines you got the whole band playing
 But you don't hear the sound

Your venom pen will never poison me
 I won't be sticking round that long

Corina, what's this talk of glory
 Between the sheets in halls of fame
 Corina, just a hard luck story
 Bratpack [bad word] through your brain

Your fast cars, rock stars, you were seen at the party
 But you weren't even there
 False name, the same game somebody's minding your business
 You don't even care

You think it's all some kind of circus ride
 You think that someone's keeping score

Corina, what's this talk of glory
 Between the sheets in halls of fame
 Corina, just a hard luck story
 Bratpack [bad word] through your brain

Corina, what's this talk of glory
 Between the sheets in halls of fame
 Corina, just a hard luck story
 Bratpack [bad word] through your brain

Corina, what's this talk of glory
 Between the sheets in halls of fame
 Corina, just a hard luck story
 Bratpack [bad word] through your brain