Cigarettes
Whiskey from the bottle
Scattered photographs from the pas
tAnd on the "Rolling Stone"
Faces of the Gods and Kings
Looking down from their thrones
They court meThe haunt me
While I danceLike a moth draw to the flame
I would rather burn alive than fade away
They love me
They kill me
Before my time
So the whole wide world can see
It's just another rock n roll tragedy
'They New York Times
Snaps a shot of people crying
As the news hits the street
Someone writes the book
Fills it up with lies
About the sex and all the drugs I took

They hurt me
They hold me while I dance
Like a moth drawn to the flame
I was born to burn alive not fade away
Love me
Kill me
Before my time
So the whole wide world can see
He's just another rock n roll tragedy
He's just another rock n toll tragedy
He's just another rock n roll tragedy
I close my eyes
I don't want to wake up
To my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
I would rather be
Just another rock n roll tragedy