Will I wait in line like everyone else?
Or do I go to the front right away?
Will I have to pay the fine? Would I even miss it?
A couple thousand dollars, ha! Not worth a drop of spit
Mama, when I take the stage, will all the crowd cheer for me?
Will I get all the girls and drugs I want?
Will my face be everywhere?
For every poor man, woman, and child to see?
Oh, it’s celebrity
People think I’m odd but I know that I’m a god
I have it all it’s just not enough
I’m celebrity god
Even when I’m down you’ll be looking up
Mama when I get in trouble will they even lock me up?
I’m above the common man I just pay the judge
When I walk down the street will cameras follow me?
They want to take my picture to remember
Just how great one man can be
Momma will they help me if I should ever fall?
Or will they point and laugh at just how fast one man can lose it all?
Are they going to turn on me, root for me to fail?
I can still get the front page, when they release my mugshot, before they send me off to jail
Momma do they love me, have they ever loved?
Or are they just piranha waiting for my blood?
Is this the end? Will they forget my face?
Will they take down all my posters? Will someone take my place?
It’s deicide what they’ve done to me
They killed this god, they killed this god