Outtakes Lightyears Better

He wants to be a big man he wants to be a star He’s a little bit too keen
 on showing his guitar 
He’s done his homework 
and he’s dressed to impress
 He’s living to be nearly perfect 
and is dying for succes

 Get it on Don’t come to close to me Stop banging on my door Don’t feel like flattery That you’re asking for 
Don’t come to close to me Don’t follow me around You drain my battery You're barking up the wrong tree He pretends to be in the gutter Says he’s been around How-many-times do you think he’s been To the poor part of town See the golden spoon kid 
He dresses in disguise Trading cards with the working class Keeps his eyes on the price 
Here we go again Don’t come to close to me Stop banging on my door Don’t feel like flattery That you’re asking for 
Don’t come to close to me Don’t follow me around You drain my battery You're barking up the wrong tree

Do you know who I am said the unknown man I worked for years on this dirty old land Why is it so hard for you to understand  We won’t back down again my friend    He got up and started running into nowhere Out of control, preparing for some crazy warfare    He was the star of his own show  And he didn’t like to take things slow His voice was heard on the radio  He was shooting words without the proper ammo He became a John Deere star with tough tattoos snakeskin boots, and mohairsuits Conspiracy theory’s on ritalin But in the end no-one was listening