I heard your song

You sang your mom and dad went punk

they called you the unknown quotient

or something close to that


Now all the little boys

write bad poems to their new loves

and play all the songs

on crappy old guitars


Wanna be a rock star

Ten times bigger sun

Wanna be a rock star

And make you all love me


They want your baby shoes

in some Podunk hardrock cafe

But it's better than being

tie-dyed instead


Copyright your name

and bloodshot eyes just the same

And those eyes look

just like a map where everything's alright


I remember

it was raining the day you died

I read the paper

it was raining where you were too


Wanna be a rock star

Ten times bigger sun

Wanna be a rock star

And make you all love me