Lyrics

I heard God was at the palace doing a one night stand, so I went out there to see him with my hope in my hand He was just a boy of fifteen without much to say, and when he started signing autographs I walked away I was standing on a corner by the marketplace when a fellow with some leaflets shoved one right in my face Well, he poked me with his bible like it was a loaded gun, and I said, "Whatever it is you're selling, man, I don't want none." All our superstars are suicidal casualties, and our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades Oh, it seems like all our dreams are only fantasies, and I wonder if we'll learn from the mistakes we made I bumped into Mr. Jimi at a London hotel and he said, "Let's get together," but he didn't look well When I woke up in the morning all the papers read: "Jimi Hendrix overdosed last night in bed." All our superstars are suicidal casualties, and our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades Well, it seems like all our dreams turn into tragedies, and I wonder if we'll learn from the mistakes we made Now I'm waiting at the bus stop for the bus to arrive, and I know there must be more to life than staying alive Well, I don't know where I'm going when I climb in, but it can't be any emptier than where I've been