Frantic cries of blind admirers 
Sparkling posters on the wall
Endless flattering and smiles
They will kiss your feet and crawl

Everything  you’ll ever wish for
This is how it suppose to be
All your dreams are getting real
But it’s not about me

An outcast and gone astray
Unable to find a way

Unsung hero of rock-n-roll
Grab your gun and shoot a hole
No one cares if you are alone
Unsung hero of rock-n-roll

I am a king of the empty basements
I am an actor out alone
Getting closer to the bottom
I intend to carry on

Every day seems to be the last one
All is wasted, thrown away
But if I had a chance to live again
I’d spend my life in the same way