I don't want to be a liquid rock star
A hollow bodied rip off statue
A mass marketing gold mine
On a corporate assembly line

I don't want to be a packaged poet
The result of a board meeting
The executive lunch he's eating
An answering machine greeting

Plastic melts away water turns to ice
Mean people aren't nice
And bad songs fade away bad songs fade away

I don't want to be a swizzle stick
In a glass of empty songs
A robotic hit making machine
A one hit wonder in between

I don't want to be a fly by night
An MTV ghetto ghost
A buried legend with no tombstone grace
A forgotten face

Plastic melts away water turns to ice
Mean people aren't nice
And bad songs fade away bad songs fade away, bad songs fade away

 

Heather Zir 2002

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