Fame, they want you so badly You and your chains It's like they don't even see, don't look at them No, no, no, no And when they get you they all Rush to complain So what's the point, just tell me
Oh, I'm gonna make you feel unhappy Yet you come for more It's like you're born to feed, to love me You know you’re my whore
Say, when they saw you on TV Looking all safe No, they couldn't know But when you burnt them Why did they stay?
Oh, I'm gonna make you feel unhappy Yet you come for more It's like you're born to feed, to love me You know you’re my whore