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He's got the tight pants, his ego's even tighter don't even think about the things he does when he's alone he's got the guitar, the faded notebook gotta write it down so it sounds right i'll tell you one thing, he doesn't give a thought about the way he looks beside them at a rock show he's got the new trend, only it's not a trend it's just another sad excuse to be a part of what he doesn't understand so shine your leather and gel your hair because the scene kids are coming to town and it's off to the races only to realize that we're all the same i think i'll try to be as clever as i can in trying to convey a message that you'll never get i'm going to give you until the count of three you might as well give up, you're gonna get tired i think i'll sit here until i think of every single word and every phrase that rhymes with "broken hearts" hey junior-lacey, hey pre-lazarra - get yourself some words and i have what you want in my hands i can see the dollar sign reflect in your eyes now it's only a question of how you'll get it all i know is that you are the devil's advocate you may have won the battle but the war has just begun because you sold your soul to the scene and you'll be coming around to the ones who don't expect it you had it coming, a truth becomes a lie you had it coming, a truth becomes a lie a truth becomes a lie (Thanks to Ryan for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania