Primitive Radio Gods - Rise and Fall of Ooo Man lyrics

Future star, red guitar You're gonna go far if you find a right producer The world's your toy, super boy The girls all faint and you start a new religion Four-star media who*e Back door 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 your own Twenty years and no one will remember