Lyrics

Pop Star
[William Livesay/Louie Lawent ©2016]

Somebody's reading signs again
Prophets shilling for Armageddon
Militias all carrying guns
Building shelters and hoarding crumbs
All I want before we're smoked
by a vengeful God or the nuclear vote
Is a whole lotta fame, an entourage
A petty riff and a loud guitar
Make me a pop star
C’mon and make it soon
Make me a pop star
Me and a starlet shooting the moon
I see the greats in their labs
Inventing cures and healing salves
But all I want is what Jagger had
To swallow up some gorgeous gams
Pretty girl possies all around
The negative press won't leave me cowed
A sycophant mob to feel my pulse
These are the things I want most

Make me a pop star
I want to see my name in lights
Make me a pop star
A Hollywood stereotype
Make me a pop star
C’mon and make it soon
Make me a pop star
Me and a starlet shooting the moon
Make me a pop star
It doesn't matter to what extreme
I want to be the story behind the scenes
I want to be a pop star
C’mon and make it soon
C’mon and make me a pop star
Me and a starlet shooting the moon
Make me a pop star
I want to see my name in lights
C’mon make me a pop star
A true Hollywood stereotype
Make me a pop star c’mon
Make me a pop star
Make me a pop star