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My face is my backstage pass Like the queen, you don't need cash You won't see me with an empty glass I got the future, got the pass Rock the girls, saying I'm obscene Get your extra cinema seats Places I go and drink for free They say "Is it you?!" It's me! I will rock you when I come clean I live a life of which you dream I work guitar and bass and drums Singing all the same, singing all the run I am the saviour, I am the Christ I am the Satan who pays you the price This is here I am at last With a rock black leather suit, first class Saw my face in a magazine She says "Is it you?!" It's me! I will rock you when I come clean I live a life of which you dream SongtexteDream on, dream on I got what you want I was born... all the fuss... Eyes move... all over us... Eyes grow big... in my head... I tell the town from the boring men You can dream on, dream on My face is my backstage pass Like the queen, you don't need cash You won't see me with an empty glass I got the future, got the pass Rock the girls, saying I'm obscene Get your extra cinema seats Places I go and drink for free They say "Is it you?!" It's me! I will rock you when I come clean I live a life of which you dream Dream on, dream on I got what you want Dream on! Aus Songtexte Mania