Superstar
Gilby Clarke
Superstar
It's so hard to hang with you
Superstar
No one loves you like you do
If you're gonna die, I'll kill you
A silver glitter sword and heavy metal boots
Dropping out in style like a celebrity
Mind your vanity
Coming up for air with a cigarette
Cold sweats, the shakes and vodka sex
Warming up to people, you used to hate
Work your poverty
When ya' come around
I ain't gonna be there