The silence of the past
The noise of lousy days
Today you're wearing golden trousers
The fire of the past
Was drowned on MTV
You look alike a christmas tree
You look alike a christmas tree
Your souund is like a mirror
Like a slimy picture
Nobody says the truth
Look into this mirror
Tell me what you see
Then put your bathrobe on again
Please put your bathrobe on again
Oh superstar, your body is a cover
Oh superstar, full of stolen dreams
Oh superstar, money eat your soul
Oh superstar, on remote control