Lyrics

Seeing ourselves in a magazine makes us proud So everyone grabs a brush like me The silver paint looks great on the inside of this fucking cloud The beat gets bigger and the dream does too If a radio man has a vision for you But if he's drunk or deaf or in disguise like the rest Then we'll do best if we screw one another We felt so cool I felt so high But I'm coming down now I'm coming down now The high is over I'm coming down now I feel so sober So many places so many blank faces Waiting to be told what's cool and what to be into Could jump off a bridge to make MTV Or overdose to qualify as a rock star The place ain't packed, the place ain't jumping Our tunes are wack and bad attitude's pumpin' The fantasy factory is cranking out the lies Take it from a sucker who's locked on the inside Want to be cool? Want to get high? Go ahead, I'm coming down now