Cowboys

They say it's tough out there and that's for sure You pay your way twice over if not more They say that's the price of fame and now you've made your name Your friends don't even treat you like they used to do before They quote the many stars who've died so young From the firmament you seek to walk among They tell you who went mad, who went from good to bad And they warn you of the dangers that await the highly strung Who the hell are they? And who cares what they say? Who only seek to worry and alarm Don't give those dogs their day Don't let them get their way 'Cos I can see that fame's done you no harm They say what you sacrifice to be the best Means you lose all other purpose in your quest They say that fame's your only goal and it messes up your soul And they mention Elvis Presley and you're supposed to know the rest They tell you cherish every minute that you're hot So at least you'll have some memories when you're not They say when fame becomes the spur, you abandon what you were Which makes it that much harder to give up what you've got Who the hell are they? And who cares what they say? Who only deal in envy and despair Don't give those dogs their day Don't let them get their way I'm glad to see your picture everywhere They say celebrity extracts a heavy toll That the devil soon appears to take control They say it leads you by the nose and they recite the names of those Who've bled upon the alter of the demon Rock and Roll Who the hell are they? And who cares what they say? Who only seek to worry and alarm Don't give those dogs their day Don't let them get their way 'Cos I can see that fame's done you no harm