Текст песни Nicelback - Rockstar

Rockstar

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 has not 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 girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just will not 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
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis 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, uh huh)
I think 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

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just will not 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

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

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I'll get washed-up singers
I am writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night
so I do not get 'em wrong

Rock star

I'm tired of standing in line
In clubs, where we do not get there,
It seems that this is the last chance
And I did not win.
Life is not turned to me
The side that I wanted.

(And what do you want?)

I want a great new home
As to the series «Cribs» 1
A bathroom the size of a baseball field
And a huge bath in which enough space
For me, and ten.

(So ​​what do you need?)

I need a credit card with an infinite period of validity
And a big black jet with a bedroom inside,
To become a member of the «Mile High Club» 2
At an altitude of thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, what to do something)

And I want the new bus full of old guitars
And his own star on Hollywood Boulevard,
Somewhere between Cher and James Dean
I will be just

(What are you going to do?)

I changed all my life for the sake of status and fame,
I trimmed hair and change my name ...

After all, we all want to be cool rock stars,
To live in luxurious mansions, cars have fifteen,
It is easy to stir with the girls and to get drugs
And just to be thin by the reluctance there.
And hang out at the coolest bars,
In the VIP-zone with movie stars,
Every successful gold digger
Certainly look in there,
And Pleyboyskie "Bunny"
With the highlighted hair.

Hey, hey, I want to be a rock star
Hey, hey, I want to be a rock star

I want to be great like Elvis,
Hire eight guards
Naderut that any ass
Give a couple of autographs,
To give peace to eat
(I would have eaten kessadilyu, yeah!)
And I would think, along
According to the latest fashion,
I got a key to the front door
Playboy Mansion,
Would meet with a girl from the magazine,
Which descends to my money ...

(Since you all provernesh?)

I changed all my life for the sake of status and fame,
I trimmed hair and change my name ...

After all, we all want to be cool rock stars,
To live in luxurious mansions, cars have fifteen,
It is easy to stir with the girls and to get drugs
And just to be thin by the reluctance there.
And hang out at the coolest bars,
In the VIP-zone with movie stars,
Every successful gold digger
Certainly look in there,
And Pleyboyskie "Bunny"
With the highlighted hair.

We hide in private rooms,
Trimmed in the latest fashion,
For all you do, smiling maliciously,
And each room has a drug dealer on speed dial.

Hey, hey, I want to be a rock star
Hey, hey, I want to be a rock star

And I will sing these songs,
Abscesses on Censorship,
Swallowing "wheel" behind the scenes ...

I will hire a stale performers
Who will write me a song,
And I will sing "under the plywood"
Not to be mistaken.