[Tom MacDonald:]
They ask me, "What's the matter?", I say, "Nothing at all"
Been spending too much time with posters stuck to my wall
Superstars ain't got no problems, superstars don't have bad days
Superstars get superstardom, well, I get high to get through my day
They ask me how I'm doing, I say, "Not bad at all"
My name ain't on the marquee, but the show was the bomb
Superstars ain't got no problems, superstars don't have bad days
Superstars are fucking awesome, what I do with a little faith
All I want is paparazzi hanging at my place
So I can tell 'em, "Get that motherfucking camera out my face"
I want a big house in the hills and a couple hundred mil'
And my name on magazines for taking way too many pills 'cause
The superstars can hit rock bottom, but superstars turn out okay
Superstars look good in coffins, and everybody knows all their names

[Tom MacDonald