Rockstar

One says you’re scary

With colours so verbal

(Try urban purple)

The other one maybe

Thinks that you’re crazy

Not to wear designer brown

One guesses that you’re

Too free to harness

(Red’s for the loveless)

So hard to reason

That the blue of the season

Always gets you down



Drained of your colours

Like a rag-doll

Or a rock star

Just holding on to

Your suicide note

So shaken, so broken

Drained of your colours

Like a rag-doll

Or a rock star

Just holding on to

Your suicide note

So shaken, so broken



They never miss

They hit you and kiss you

(There’s no chance to argue)

Not a golden boy

Not a silver toy

You’re only out of bounds

And they all worship

Loss of hope

(The snow-white of dope)

So hard to reason

That the light green of poison

Will never get you down



Drained of your colours

Like a rag-doll

Or a rock star

Just holding on to

Your suicide note

So shaken, so broken

Drained of your colours

Like a rag-doll

Or a rock star

Just holding on to

Your suicide note

So shaken, so broken