Lyrics

So you want to be rock star
but you?re at home with all your needs
in the basement of your mother
keeping quite so she can sleep.

Of all of the dreams one could
choose, there?s one that will place
you on display if you lose.
Find yourself there long-haired, 45,
rockin out the county fair.

So you?re just not that clever, well
there?s much better things to be.
Take what you will from the celler.
There?s nothing there worth selling to

to the masses and the craftsmen
you?ve collected over the years
in worship and fear.
Fear that you?ll find yourself there
long haired, 45 and still
rockin out the county fair.