Wanna grab a taste of success with your tongue cut to shreds
Blood is bitter in the excess of self-confidence
You’re a star, yes you are, don’t deny you never went that far
As to pretend that you were better than everyone else

I’ve walked the streets and seen you at every corner, hitting the pavement
For less than a dollar bill
Dancing like Jesco White but with no talent whatsoever
Looking for the cheapest thrill

Young boys
I know you’re scared of falling down
Because high is the roof and hard is the ground, and you probably won’t stand up
A shooting star means that your light is dead
A shooting star no one will be remembering
Young boys
Where you were we went back, there’s no soul in your tracks