Pop Star

I am an artist I live to feel And I'd, I'd sell my soul if I'd get more than 50p And I, I am a martyr I love to seethe And I ain't got no heart to wear my scars upon my sleeve And I'm, I'm on my own Staring at the phone I'll wait in line for the fifteenth time I wanna be a pop star so my friends all think I'm cool I'd love to play and disobey the book that holds the rules I wanna be a pop star so my face is in the news I hide my eyes but show off my suspicious new tattoos I wanna be the master I wanna be the king So I, I buy my confidence from a man with a silvery grin I'm gonna be the leader I'm gonna rule all I survey And I'll, I'll sell my mum and dad for my 15 minutes of fame, yeah I'm all alone Scared of being unknown Waiting for the call that'll end it all I recognise I'm second prize I'll wait in line for the fifty-seventh time I wanna be a pop star so my friends all think I'm cool I doubt my geography degree will be of any use I wanna be a pop star, wear my sunglasses at night I splash my cash so I can smash guitars which you might like What's in your eyes? What's in your sight? There's no story, it's just boring and another wannabe What's in your heart? What's in your art? There's no passion, it's just fashion and a cue to change the key And now that I'm a popstar, all my friends think I'm so cool They only see me on the TV being interviewed And now that I'm a popstar, all the people hear me sing I can't hit all the high notes so I hope they all join in And now that I'm a popstar, all my friends think I'm so cool Hope they never see me on my tour of primary schools And now that I'm a popstar all the people hear me sing I'll trade this serenade for being someone that means a thing