He wears the weed They wear the torn They wear the clothes that others have worn Craving to live Just like a king Trustworthy little sweethearts First come the pain then comes the joy Saluting the flags of their ideals Learning the passwords They sound surreal Craving to be Like a TV star Stars get lonely living in disguise Trustworthy little soldiers Raising your arms. Oh and what for? Iron in my blood Flames inside my brain And you say all is well There's something wrong And no-one says what it is After the pain then the joy Firstly the pain then the joy Don't take away my rights to enjoy The simple pleasures I had as a boy Craving to be just like a TV star Stars get lonely living in disguise Trustworthy little sweethearts After the pain then comes the joy