I heard your song
You sang your mom and dad went punk
they called you the unknown quotient
or something close to that

Now all the little boys
write bad poems to their new loves
and play all the songs
on crappy old guitars

Wanna be a rock star
Ten times bigger sun
Wanna be a rock star
And make you all love me

They want your baby shoes
in some Podunk hardrock cafe
But it's better than being
tie-dyed instead

Copyright your name
and bloodshot eyes just the same
And those eyes look
just like a map where everything's alright

I remember
it was raining the day you died
I read the paper
it was raining where you were too

Wanna be a rock star
Ten times bigger sun
Wanna be a rock star
And make you all love me