I think it’s strange when people sayYou’re the next big thing, you’ll never fadeThe slightest touch and first to fallSleight of the hand, modern goalStarry-eyed child left behindChoose your favorite viceI don’t have the strength to play niceHide me in the back roomTell me when it’s overDon’t know if I can play this bar much longerI’ll be in the back roomTell me when it’s overDon’t know if I can play this bar much longerI don’t know if it is right to live this way, yeahI’ll be in the back roomTell me when it’s overPeople always say, « man, at least you’re on the radio »At least you’re on the radio(At least you’re on the radio)At least you’re on the radioClose your eyes, don’t be afraidTake some of these, they’ll ease the painLive fast, die young, pay the priceThe best die young, immortalisedStarry-eyed children left behindTo choose their favorite viceI don’t have the strength to think twiceHide me in the back roomTell me when it’s overDon’t know if I can play this bar much longerI’ll be in the back roomTell me when it’s overDon’t know if I can play this bar much longerI don’t know if it is right to live this way, yeahI’ll be in the back roomTell me when it’s overPeople always say, « man, at least you’re on the radio »At least you’re on the radio(At least you’re on the radio)Hide me in the back roomTell me when it’s overDon’t know if I can play this bar much longerI’ll be in the back roomTell me when it’s overDon’t know if I can play this bar much longerI don’t know if it is right to live this way, yeahI’ll be in the back roomTell me when it’s overPeople always say, « man, at least you’re on the radio »At least you’re on the radio