Final stroke

I'm gettinh drunk inside some bar
With a bottle I'm no star
Even thougt my friends might think
That one day I will be king
Of Hollywood boulevard

Man, I'm just feeling ooooh , so fine …
Santa Monica always shines
Even thougt doesn't seem so bright
I still don't know why I came
Gotta find someone else to blame

Feels so nice
I wonder if I can be a star
For a while
Oooooh … my little soul
Already feels so high
I'm loosing it all

I'm getting tired of all this fame
I don't belong to this game
So, I'm packing up my things
Move away from all my dreams
Gotta live LA behind

Man, if only I could be like them
Sex and drugs don't seem to have na end
Easy girls and sleasly friends
They don't know with whom they came
Only got themselves to blame

Money Money Money Money Money Money
Money Money Money Money Money Money

Feels so nice
I wonder if I can be a star
For a while
Oooooh … my little soul
Already feels so high
I'm loosing it all

Everybody's gonna love me someday
Everybody's gonna buy my records
Went searching for a little affection
I was only trying to make a connection
Everybody's gonna love me someday
Everybody's gonna buy my records
I was looking in a wrong direction
I went home with a little infection

Ooooh, I got a lost this time
Gotta drink some more
Forget about this night
Everybody's having fun
I see no guns
This time
I'm ready to go home