They say it’s tough out there and that’s for sure

You pay your way twice over if not more

They say that’s the proce of fame, and now you’ve made your name

Your freinds don’t even treat you like they used to do before

They quote the man stars who’ve died so young

From the fermament you seek to walk among

They tell you who went mad, who went from good to bad

And they warn you of the dangers that await the highly strung



Who the hell are they?

And who cares what they say?

Who only seek to worry and alarm

Don’t give those dogs thier day

Don’t let them get thier way

‘Cos I can see that fame’s done you no harm



They say what you sacrifeced to be the best

Did you loose all other perpose in your quest?

They say that fame’s your only goal and it messes up your soul

And they mension Elvis Presley and you’re supposed to know the rest

They tell you cherish every minute that you’re hot

So at least your’ll have some memories when you’re not

They say wehn fame becomes dispair, you abandon what you learn

Which makes it that much harded to give up what you’ve got



Who the hell are they?

And who cares what they say?

Who only deal in envy and dismay

Don’t give those dogs thier day

Don’t let them get thier way

I’m glad to see your picture everywhere



They say celebrity extracts a heavy tole

That the devil soon appears to take control

They say it leads you by the nose and they resite the names of those

Who bled apon the alter of the demon rock ‘n’ roll



Who the hell are they?

And who cares what they say?

Who only seek to worry and alarm

Don’t give those dogs thier day

Don’t let them get thier way

‘Cos I can see that fame’s done you no harm