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TRYIN' TOO HARD (tokiohotel) wrote,
@ 2008-12-05 17:00:00
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    IT'S KG BITCH !
    Photobucket

    I'm through with standing in line
    To clubs we'll never get in
    It's like the bottom of the ninth
    And I'm never gonna win
    This life hasn't turned out
    Quite the way I want it to be

    TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT

    I want a brand new house
    On an episode of Cribs
    And a bathroom I can play baseball in
    And a king size tub big enough
    For ten plus me

    SO WHAT YOU NEED ?

    I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
    And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
    Gonna join the mile high club
    At thirty-seven thousand feet

    BEEN THERE DONE THAT

    I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
    My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
    Somewhere between Cher and
    James Dean is fine for me

    SO HOW YOU GONNA DO IT ?

    I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
    I'd even cut my hair and change my name

    'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
    And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
    The boys come easy and the drugs come cheap
    We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
    And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
    In the VIP with the movie stars
    Every good gold digger's
    Gonna wind up there
    Every Playboy bunny
    With her bleach blond hair


    HEY HEY I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAR

    I wanna be great like Bill without the tassels
    Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
    Sign a couple autographs
    So I can eat my meals for free

    I'LL HAVE THE QUESADILLA ON THE HOUSE

    I'm gonna dress my ass
    With the latest fashion
    Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
    Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
    Blow my money for me

    SO HOW YOU GONNA DO IT

    I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
    I'd even cut my hair and change my name

    ...

    And we'll hide out in the private rooms
    With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
    They'll get you anything with that evil smile
    Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

    ...

    I'm gonna sing those songs
    That offend the censors


    ...

    CAUGHT IN AN APPARTMENT


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