Lyrics
Weapon specialist
Child superstar
I'm not your little bastard anymore
Demolition expert
Child superstar
I'm not your little bastard anymore
I was a just a kid, saw the life lift from a stranger's eyelids
I think he was dead
I don't want him to know that I never told a soul
I just want to go back and say
"Don't go wherever I am today
If I knew your name I'd dig up your grave
I'd get you back your estate."
I ran away
Demolition expert
Child Superstar
I'm not a little baby anymore
I stole this guitar from a man dressed in back
Trying to win my infancy back
I thought I had something to say
You've got to be brave to show you're afraid
I was born at the end of an age
I'm the last burning page
Make it up to get the drunk singing along
When they'd see me dead
If it made for a beautiful song
Child superstar
I'm not your fat controller anymore
For my third and final act
I'm going to bring you back
Can I get a round of applause all the way on the moon
For an open wound in a children's cartoon
You rose from the floor, it's quarter past four
You've got your head stuck in the door
So we shave your hair
It's midnight somewhere
You say "take me there"
I think I need to be scared
So the Earth turns 'round
The Sun goes down
We're getting out of this town