future star, red guitar, you're gonna go far
if you can find the right producer
the world's your toy, super boy
the girls all faint
and you start a new religion
four-star media whore, backdoor encounters
with Madonna
sales fall, lose it all, the crowd moves on
and you can't afford a limo
pout and cry, fake suicide, then write a book
about a past addiction
tombstone, all you own, 20 years and no one will remember