Got in the limousine to the hotel It was my final show, goodbye No one came so no one noticed I shared a beer with the support band roadies Tomorrow I'll be dropped by BMG I know underground stars can't fall further I'll go and make a record with my brother
"We're with you all the way but we won't pay For more than lip service and maybe pizza And don't expect the next advance we owe ya" My girlfriend telephoned, she said: "Don't come home, I want to be alone I know your muse is on some motel mattress And misery will always be your mistress"
When I get a little high now I think that I'm gonna die and How awful it would be to go