Believe me
Everybody wants money, sex and fame
Britney speared me and I’m dying from the pain
And we know there’s something precious lost
Where’s the real love, the passion and the lust
What’s more reality’s run away
Tell me can we have it back some day

Run free from your flock of fools
I’ll cut you from your bonds
Tied with rubber bands for your idols
And I’m its enemy
I’m its enemy

Fat man in his leather chair
He’s the dream-maker for pretty boys and girls
The latest ‘number one’ is from the same old TV shows
Give me something fresh and new
Something meaningful I’ve written just for you