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I thought sweetly of my empty gun Without me it couldn't hurt no one We'd both kill to have a little fun Wondering why I gotta be somebody's enemy To be big in the world I thought sweetly of my sanity And how it always gets away from me It seemed a lot cooler on the MTV Wondering why I gotta be somebody's tragedy To be big in the world I don't believe in anything, god forbid it comes true If you believe in anything, than I've got something for you But I've got nothing for the president And nothing followed him everywhere he went What a lonely way to pay the rent Wondering why I gotta be somebody's candidate To be big in the world I don't believe in everything, god forbid it comes true If you believe in anything, than I've got something for you If you question every moment in time And every answer leaves you wondering why You gotta be somebody's anything Yeah why you gotta be somebody's anything Why you gotta be somebody's anything to be big in the world Aus Songtexte Mania