Shoot for the stars
My, my how lucky you are [bad word] on, too cool and collected
Claiming how you're so well connected
With the thousands who've defected
Who turn out to be just as wretched

This living wreck [bad word] to crash again
Time it tight and I just [bad word] back to what you are

Gnats and bats you're trying to hatch
Snakes and buzzards make no kind of match
What the [bad word] you trying to catch
Trading friends for cold hard cash

This living wreck [bad word] to crash again
Time it tight and I just [bad word] back to what you are

Shoot for the stars
My, my how lucky you are

You got to change your life around
And step up to a higher ground
Shoot for the stars where she's been thrown
That's where your ambition's gone

This living wreck [bad word] to crash again

Time it tight and I just [bad word] back to what you are