Monthly Archives: November 2007

nickelback – rockstar

im through with standing in line
to clubs well never get in
its like the bottom of the ninth
and im never gonna win
this life hasnt turned out
quite the way i want it to be

i want a brand new house
on an episode of cribs
and a bathroom i can play baseball in
and a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me

ill need a credit card thats got nolimit
and a big black jet with a bedroom in it
gonna join the mile high club
at thirty-seven thousand feet

i want a new tour bus full of oldguitars
my own star on hollywood boulevard
somewhere between cher and
james dean is fine for me

im gonna trade this life for fortune andfame
id even cut my hair and change my name

cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
and live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
the girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
well all stay skinny cause we just wont eat
and well hang out in the coolest bars
in the vip with the movie stars
every good gold diggers
gonna wind up there
every playboy bunny
with her bleach blond hair
hey hey i wanna be a rockstar
hey hey i wanna be a rockstar

i wanna be great like elvis without the tassels
hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
sign a couple autographs
so i can eat my meals for free

im gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
get a front door key to the playboy mansion
gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me

im gonna trade this life
for fortune and fame
id even cut my hair
and change my name
cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
and live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
the girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
well all stay skinny cause we just wont eat
and well hang out in the coolest bars
in the vip with the movie stars
every good gold diggers
gonna wind up there
every playboy bunny
with her bleach blond hair
and well hide out in the private rooms
with the latest dictionary and
todays whos who
theyll get you anything
with that evil smile
everybodys got a
drug dealer on speed dial
hey hey i wanna be a rockstar

im gonna sing those songs
that offend the censors
gonna pop my pills
from a pez dispenser
ill get washed-up singers writing all my songs
lip sync em every night so i dont get em wrong

well we all just wanna be big rockstars
and live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
the girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
well all stay skinny cause we just wont eat
and well hang out in the coolest bars
in the vip with the movie stars
every good gold diggers
gonna wind up there
every playboy bunny
with her bleach blond hair
and well hide out in the private rooms
with the latest dictionary and
todays whos who
theyll get you anything
with that evil smile
everybodys got a
drug dealer on speed dial<b

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