What Counts

Stabbed in the back by a man who says he's your friend

Spit in the face of deception as a means to an end

'Cause when you're hot, you're hot

Everybody feels it from your head to your toes

Slimy fingers need it

Easy to believe a press release from a friend

Journalists are screamin' just to get a pic of your face

Starin' at a mirror makin' sure your head is on straight

'Cause when your life's a bestseller

Everybody reads it in a big black car

Feeling like a hypocrite

Oh how I wish you could get me out of this place

Oh how I wish you could get me out of this place

Oh how I wish you could rescue me from this place

And you think you're after what-

Think you're after what really matters

You think you're after what counts

(What?)

Oh how I wish you could get me out of this place

Oh how I wish you could rescue me from this place

Oh how I wish you could get me out of this place

Oh how I wish you could rescue me from this place

Ooh, rescue me rescue me

Ooo, rescue me rescue me