I'm through with standing in line,
To crypts I'll never lie in,
It's a pitch-black night,
With a violent wind,
This life hasn't ended,
The way I want to see.

(Voice of an Evil Spirit) "Tell me what you want, then."

"I want a marble tombstone,
On a lonely hill,
A deserted mansion,
With an indwelling chill,
And a cellar full of costly dry sher-ry." (Amontillado, no less!)

"So what you need?"

"I'll need influence that has no limit,
A big Chevy (!) hearse with a bedroom in it,
Going to make the obituaries
When I'm a god of twenty-seven."

"Been there, and done that."

"I want a guided missile on four wheels,
A drug-addled driver for added thrills, (Yea, even Neal Cassady)
A deserted highway to run the big machine,

"So how you gonna do that?"

"I'm gonna sell this life for fortune and fame,
Cut my own throat, put a curse on my name..."

"Cause we all want to be dead rock stars,
And rot in mausoleums,
Burn in overturned cars,
The girls are sleazy,
The drugs too cheap,
It's easy to stay skinny when you don't eat,
Hanging it out in a skid road bar,
This hallucination has gone too far,
Every smart grave-robber,
Will camp out there,
Every funeral director,
With dyed-black hair..."

Hey, Hey! I wanna be a dead rock star.

"I want to rot like Elvis before I'm dead,
Have a waiting casket cast of lead,
Become a screaming drunk,
so's to get liquor for free."

"No, the good s-shtuff, hic."

"I will become an ass
For the local paper,
Make scandals happen,
to remain in favor,
Gonna find a brainless Junkie,
To act like a monkey for me."

So how you gonna do that?"

"I'm gonna sell this life for fortune and fame,
Cut my own throat, put a curse on my name..."

"Cause we all want to be dead rock stars,
And rot in mausoleums,
Burn in overturned cars,
The girls are sleazy,
The drugs too cheap,
It's easy to stay skinny when you don't eat,
Hanging it out in a skid road bar,
This hallucination has gone too far,
Every smart grave-robber,
Will camp out there,
Every funeral director,
With dyed-black hair..."

"I'll hole up in one of those private rooms,
With the latest formulary,
And today's who's who,
The hotelier can get anything,
(with an evil smile)
My dealer's top o' the list on 'speed-dial'."

"I shall sing loud songs no one understands,
Fall off of the stage into the hands of my fans,
Shoot up all the time so I look like a ghoul,
Fling obscene gestures like a media tool..."

Hey, Hey! I wanna be a dead rock star.