They love you forever
The deader the better
Get your souvenir crap

While they peel back your cap
You can't control
When you sell your soul

Once you sign on the dotted line
Its your time
Baby, its your time


Wanna be a dead rock star, no worries, no hassles
Wanna be a dead rock star, in a storybook castle

Wanna be a dead rock star, and sleep with fanatics
Wanna be a dead rock star, in a band with drug addicts


Elvis you're looking thinner
Have a pizza for dinner
Better find Mama Cass

Better deep fry her $$#
You got it made
All your dues are paid

Once you sign on the dotted line
Its your time
Baby, its your time


(Chorus)


You can't control
When you sell your soul
Once you sign on the dotted line

Its your time
Baby, its your time


(Chorus)

Wanna be a dead rock star, wanna be a dead rock star

Wanna be a dead rock star, wanna be a dead rock star
I wanna hit a tree when I'm skiing
I wanna swallow my own vomit

I wanna shoot myself in the head
I wanna freebase at 30,000 feet and burst into flames