Primitive Radio Gods - The Rise And Fall Of Ooo Mau 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 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 read a book About a past addiction Tombstone, all you own, twenty years and no one will remember