Demolition

Weapon specialist Child superstar I'm not your little bastard anymore Demolition expert Child superstar I'm not your little bastard anymore I was a just a kid, saw the life lift from a stranger's eyelids I think he was dead I don't want him to know that I never told a soul I just want to go back and say "Don't go wherever I am today If I knew your name I'd dig up your grave I'd get you back your estate." I ran away Demolition expert Child Superstar I'm not a little baby anymore I stole this guitar from a man dressed in back Trying to win my infancy back I thought I had something to say You've got to be brave to show you're afraid I was born at the end of an age I'm the last burning page Make it up to get the drunk singing along When they'd see me dead If it made for a beautiful song Child superstar I'm not your fat controller anymore For my third and final act I'm going to bring you back Can I get a round of applause all the way on the moon For an open wound in a children's cartoon You rose from the floor, it's quarter past four You've got your head stuck in the door So we shave your hair It's midnight somewhere You say "take me there" I think I need to be scared So the Earth turns 'round The Sun goes down We're getting out of this town