Текст Example – Dead Famous
Текст:
Aw shit, alright see the thing is that got it all fucked up now is…
Big fuck-off guns, how am I supposed to walk down Oxford street
without some crazed loon trying’ to shoot me, eh?
When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get killed
There’s all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead
So don’t think you’re safe just because you’re famous
Tell me, how do you know when you made it big
when you walking around, you’re the talk of the town
Not really, the only way to know that you’re sporting the crown
is when stalkers are found; in your own back garden
“Pardon me, sorry, ehh, can you sign my CD?”
You can’t be as famous as you presumed
if you ain’t got a loon in your room on your honeymoon
If it ain’t them, it’s some opportune goon with a Kodak
then you got something to moan at
throw some stones at
and if you wanna die, have some high-speed chase
but you probably know that
For Elton John to write a song about candles
you ain’t gotta feature in loads of scandals
reading the news can be hard to handle
Just look at your dam though, she weren’t that famous
When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get killed
Everybody’s jealous ‘cause you get a bit spoiled
There’s all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead
So don’t think you’re safe just because you’re famous
Lennon and McCartney, all sat in a party
is full of glitterati, who’s the more famous?
Both got the brains to entertain us
Some treat fame like a sign of achievement
even if you’re known for no reason
Eager-beavers, their all bemused
so they go to great lengths to appear on the news
There’s no way of tellin’ what a nutcase gonna do
come at you, pull a gun at you, on a summer’s day
run away, put the gun away, if their lucky, hey, chuck away
everything they ever could’ve have
For Mister Fanatical. life is glorious, he’s notorious
stolen your limelight
Sort at times right, to snatch your dominance
for one little second there, he had prominence
When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get killed
Everybody’s jealous ‘cause you get a bit spoiled
There’s all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead
So don’t think you’re safe just because you’re famous
You have a duty, to the, people you see
mostly, when you’re getting bigger than Bruce Lee
‘Cause if you give people abuse at random
you could get shot like Bruce’s son Brandon
What? — It was accidental? Oh sorry, I ain’t being detrimental
But really, and this is kind of eerie
just one little thing: conspiracy theory
Look man, I ain’t tryin’ to sweat you
but if it ain’t gun, the drugs will get you
You can be idolised by all ages
girls and guys, singing “Dry Your Eyes”
Never do chores, have girls on all fours
keep scores of white stuff in your chest of drawers
The world is yours, but you gotta remember
for Jim Morrison it was early doors
When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get killed
Everybody’s jealous ‘cause you get a bit spoiled
There’s all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead
So don’t think you’re safe just because you’re famous
You can’t keep shooting pop-stars Russia, you’ll jeopardise our record contracts
Oh no
