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 price of fame,
And now you've made your name
Your friends 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 their day
Don't let them get their way
'Cos I can see that fame's done you no harm
They say what you sacrificed to be the best
Did you lose all other purpose in your quest?
They say that fame's your only goal
And it messes up your soul
And they mention Elvis Presley
And you're supposed to know the rest
They tell you cherish every minute that you're hot
So at least you'll have some memories
When you're not
They say when fame becomes dispair,
You abandon what you learn
Which makes it that much harder
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 recite 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 their day
Don't let them get their way
'Cos I can see that fame's done you no harm
