Verse Blue velvet psychedelic dreams. Guitars and base churning and fast drumming speed. Tangerine daydreams and Peter Max art. A dash of rum in my shopping cart. Pre chorus Shooting pool, playing darts and on my go cart. This is how I pass the day when I’m off the road. Chorus I’m a rock star. What can I say? When I’m on the road it’s all work and no play. But when I come home I love to do nothing all day. Verse It’s so nice to take a load off my shoulders. The stress feels like I’m carrying boulders. This living on the road makes me smolder. Pre Chorus Driving around London hanging at the bars. With other rock stars who play guitars. I hit the top of my game and I asked myself “Is this all there is to fame?” Chorus I’m a rock star. What can I say? When I’m on the road it’s all work and no play. But when I come home I love to do nothing all day. Bridge. If I’m not in London hearing guitars weeping, I’m at home and I’m only sleeping. Then I’m awakened by a horn beeping. And it’s my bandmates saying bleeping “Get out of bed.” Verse I live a dream but I’m bored all day. The money and the fame didn’t pave the way for happiness and contentment. All I feel is resentment. Pre-Chorus I guess these material things didn’t change me inside. I still have the same fears I try to hide. I have an empty feeling a mile wide. Chorus I’m a rock star. What can I say? When I’m on the road it’s all work and no play. But when I come home I love to do nothing all day.
