We're degenerated
That's what we are
We're self-frustrated
Children of stars
If it's ours or if it's others'
Be sure that doesn't matter
Come on, tell me
Where I can rejuvenate me
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
No one here's hated
That's who we are
But, still you're rated
Meet me at the bar
Be my guest and be my lover
Just please stay undercover
It's four twenty
Time to rejuvenate me
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
I'll take you there
Through the glass of pleasure
Meet me there
Love's the only measure
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Where's the fokin' backstage, huh?
Could you please stop playing the bloody saxophone?
Could you please stop playing the bloody saxophone?
