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Johnny wanna be a big starÂÂ
Get on stage and play the guitarÂÂ
Make a little money, buy a fancy carÂÂ
Big old house and an alligatorÂÂ
Just to match with them alligator shoesÂÂ
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the bluesÂÂ
He's singing songs about material thingsÂÂ
And platinum rings and watches that go blingÂÂ
But, diamonds don't bling in the darkÂÂ
He a star now, but he ain't singing it from the heartÂÂ
Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apartÂÂ
Cause his fans can't relate to his newfound artÂÂ
He ain't doing what he did from the startÂÂ
And that's putting in some feeling and thoughtÂÂ
He decided to live his life shallowÂÂ
Passion is love for materialÂÂ
And its gone, gone goingÂÂ
Gone, everything gone, give a damnÂÂ
Gone be the birds when they don't want to singÂÂ
Gone, people, up awkward with their things, goneÂÂ
You see yourself in the mirrorÂÂ
And you feel safe 'cause it looks familiarÂÂ
But you afraid to open up your soulÂÂ
Cause you don't really know, don't really knowÂÂ
Who is, the person that's deep withinÂÂ
Cause you are content with just being the name brand manÂÂ
And you fail to see that its trivialÂÂ
Insignificant, you addicted to materialÂÂ
I've seen your kind beforeÂÂ
You the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with inscence sticksÂÂ
With them vegetarian mealsÂÂ
To you that's righteousÂÂ
You're fiction like booksÂÂ
You need to go out to life and lookÂÂ
'Cause what happens when they take your materialÂÂ
You already sold your soul and it's...ÂÂ
And its gone, gone goingÂÂ
Gone, everything gone, give a damnÂÂ
Gone be the birds when they don't want to singÂÂ
Gone, people, up awkward with their things, goneÂÂ
You say that time is money and money is timeÂÂ
So you got mind in your money and your money on your mindÂÂ
But what about that crime that you did to get paidÂÂ
And what about that bid, you can't take it to your brainÂÂ
What about those shoes you'll wear todayÂÂ
They'll do no good on the bridges you've burned along the wayÂÂ
All that money that you got gon' be goneÂÂ
That gear that you rock gon' be goneÂÂ
The house up on the hill gon' be goneÂÂ
The gold fronts on your grill gon' be goneÂÂ
The ice on your wrist gon' be goneÂÂ
That nice little Miss gon' be goneÂÂ
That whip that you roll gon' be goneÂÂ
And what's worst is your soul already goneÂÂ
And its gone, gone goingÂÂ
Gone, everything gone, give a damnÂÂ
Gone be the birds when they don't want to singÂÂ
Gone, people, up awkward with their things, goneÂÂ