Rockstar Lyrics

The Cult
Born Into This
Dirty Little Rock Star
So you be a Dirty Little Rockstar
Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior
You live a lie sold your soul for the paper
Ya be a slave be a media whore
Snake skin heal and a cold black charm
Shootin saphires up a dead man's arm
Hyenna lurk outside your door

You're passed out on the bathroom floor

Bite your lip

Shake your hip
Taste the whip
You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar
I don't see no Dirty Little Rockstar

Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline
Your young hearts are melting only phoenix survive
Stay in the game you sick lil hipster
You get it all, get ahead