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