My face is my backstage pass
Like the queen, you don't need cash
You won't see me with an empty glass
I got the future, got the pass
Rock the girls, saying I'm obscene
Get your extra cinema seats
Places I go and drink for free
They say Is it you?! It's me!
I will rock you when I come clean
I live a life of which you dream
I work guitar and bass and drums
Singing all the same, singing all the run
I am the saviour, I am the Christ
I am the Satan who pays you the price
This is here I am at last
With a rock black leather suit, first class
Saw my face in a magazine
She says Is it you?! It's me!
I will rock you when I come clean
I live a life of which you dream
Dream on, dream on
I got what you want
I was born... all the fuss...
Eyes move... all over us...
Eyes grow big... in my head...
I tell the town from the boring men
You can dream on, dream on
My face is my backstage pass
Like the queen, you don't need cash
You won't see me with an empty glass
I got the future, got the pass
Rock the girls, saying I'm obscene
Get your extra cinema seats
Places I go and drink for free
They say Is it you?! It's me!
I will rock you when I come clean
I live a life of which you dream
Dream on, dream on
I got what you want
Dream on!

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