ROCKSTAR MASSACRE LYRICS

[by JOHNN¥ MASSACRE]

[INTRO]

[Johnny Massacre]

You ain’t no motherfuckin’ rockstar

You ain’t no motherfuckin’ rockstar

You’re not a rock … STAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR

[CHORUS 1]

You’re not a rockstar, you’re not, you’re not a rock…

You’re not a rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rockstar

You’re not a rockstar, you’re-you’re not a rockstar, you’re not a rock STAAAARRRRRR

You’re not a rockstar, you’re not, you’re not a rockstar

You’re not a rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock star

You’re not a rockstar, you’re-you’re not a rockstar, you’re not a rock STAAAARRRRRR

Woooooooo!

[VERSE 1]

I’m a rock star pass me the coke

I ain’t talking cola beeeeyatch (snorts a line and exhales violently)

A beer in my left hand, a beer in my right

The spotlight’s on me because I’m a rocksta-a-a-a-ar

(URGH)

Ladies, ladies step right up

I’ve got sexy superglue if you wanna get stuck

Counting four-times-four in my pick-up truck

Hotbox the interior, we drive when we’re fucked

Stop off at the mansion, jump in the pool

We made it in life baby, no more school

(YAY)

Johnny Rotten and even T-Rex…

…ain’t got nothin’ on me ’cause I put the Pistols in Sex

(Urgh)

Where’s The Clash when London’s Calling?

I’m the new star in town and I’m fuckin’ appalling

This is p-punk, th-this is rap

Don’t vote for…

[Newscaster]

Day-D-D-David Cameron

[Johnny Massacre]

‘Cause anarchy’s back

[CHORUS 2]

You’re not a rockstar, you’re not, you’re not a rock…

You’re not a rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rockstar

You’re not a rockstar, you’re-you’re not a rockstar, you’re not a rock STAAAARRRRRR

You’re not a rockstar, you’re not, you’re not a rockstar

You’re not a rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rockstar

You’re not a rockstar, you’re-you’re not a rockstar, you’re not a rock STAAAARRRRRR!

Woooooooo!

[VERSE 2]

URRRRGGGGHHH! I’m gonna fuck you slow-ly-ee-ee…

…’cause I’m … t … (urgh) I’m too fucked to sing?

(URGH)

Just let the bass line do its thing

Here we go…

(URGH!)

Rock ’n’ roll stars in your bed

You know you’re in trouble baby, where’s my head?

I love John Lennon and Ringo Starr

Those Liverpool ladies can drive my cuh-car!

Whose in my hotel room?

Let’s trash the place – dynamite?

(KABOOM!)

Whitney Houston – it’s bath time, bitch!

Where’s your Bodyguard now? AAAAAIIIIYYYYYYEEEEEEE!

Rock up at the party, kick down the door

Steal from the rich, steal from the poor

You’re not a rock star if you’re fat or ugly

That’s why I’m sick and the groupies love me

[OUTRO]

Woo! You motherfuckers want some of this?

YEH! YEAH! YEEAH! AAAAOOW!

Let’s trash the fuckin’ stage!

RRRRUHH!

Fuck you, I’m outta here!

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