The Cult - Dirty Little Rockstar

So you be a dirty little rockstar
Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior
You live a lie sold your soul for the paper
Ya be a slave be a media whore
Snake skin heal and a cold black charm amn
Ah shootin' saphires up a dead man's arm
Hyenna lurk outside your door well
You're passed out on the bathroom floor
Bite your lip baby shake your hip babe
You'll taste the whip babe come on
You wanna be a dirty little rockstar yeah yeah yeah yeah
I don't see no dirty little rockstar
Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline
Your young hearts are meltin' only Phoenix survive Stay in the game you sick little hipster
You get it all yeah you get ahead
Well shake your hip babe and bite your lip baby
You'll crack the whip babe come on
You wanna be a dirty little rockstar yeah yeah yeah yeah
I don't believe no dirty little rockstar
You wanna be a dirty little rockstar yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know we need no dirty little rockstar
You know we need no dirty little rockstar
Don't you wanna be a dirty little rockstar yeah yeah yeah yeah
Don't you wanna be a dirty little rockstar yeah yeah yeah yeah
Don't you wanna be a dirty little rockstar yeah yeah yeah yeah
I don't see no dirty little rockstar yeah yeah yeah yeah