Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
Big old house and an alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues 
He's singing songs about material things 
And platinum rings and watches that go bling 
But, diamonds don't bling in the dark 
He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart 
Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart 
Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art 
He ain't doing what he did from the start 
And that's putting in some feeling and thought 
He decided to live his life shallow 
Passion is love for material
 [bad word] 
And its gone... gone... going...
Gone... everything gone... give a [bad word] ..
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...
Gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.

You see yourself in the mirror
And you feel safe coz it looks familiar
But you afraid to open up your soul
Coz you don't really know, don't really know 
Who is, the person that's deep within 
Coz you are content with just being the naive brown man 
And you fail to see that its trivial 
Insignificant, you addicted to material 
I've seen your kind before 
Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store 
Packaged up with inscent sticks 
With them vegetarian meals 
To you that's righteous 
You're fiction like books 
You need to go out to life and look 
Coz... what happens when they take your material 
You already sold your soul and its...
 [bad word] 

You say that time is money and money is time 
So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind 
But what about... that crime that you did to get paid 
And what about... that bid, you can't take it to your brain 
Why you on about those shoes you'll wear today 
They'll do no good on the bridges you've walked along the way

All that money that you got gonna be gone 
That gear that you rock gonna be gone 
The house up on the hill gonna be gone 
The gold -- on your grill gonna be gone 
The ice on your wrist gonna be gone 
That nice little Miss gonna be gone 
That whip that you roll gonna be gone 
And what's worst is your soul will be gone