Tanks
Such strange things are the rockstar dreams:
You cross the pond and play to crowds like Gnome, me,
(Pressed against the edge of the stage,
She knowing all the words and me just mumbling along)
And drunk boys and pretentious lesbians
Who talk to you like they've known you all their lives.
The cigarette-smoke-smell won't come out of my coat.
I can't imagine how you feel doing this
Night after night.
You say:
You've been a good crowd!
You say:
We've made it in Cleveland.
But the truth has a habit of falling out of our mouths.
As you pose for Gnome's camera,
She explains how she dragged us here to see you-
How the rest of us didn't even know about your
Rockstar Dreams
Before a week and a half ago.
I shiver, guilty, in the cold night air.
You smile for the camera and thank us for coming.
You cross the pond and play to crowds like Gnome, me,
(Pressed against the edge of the stage,
She knowing all the words and me just mumbling along)
And drunk boys and pretentious lesbians
Who talk to you like they've known you all their lives.
The cigarette-smoke-smell won't come out of my coat.
I can't imagine how you feel doing this
Night after night.
You say:
You've been a good crowd!
You say:
We've made it in Cleveland.
But the truth has a habit of falling out of our mouths.
As you pose for Gnome's camera,
She explains how she dragged us here to see you-
How the rest of us didn't even know about your
Rockstar Dreams
Before a week and a half ago.
I shiver, guilty, in the cold night air.
You smile for the camera and thank us for coming.