Superstar Talking Blues

You say you’ve been abused
And I know that you’re confused
But you know that don’t excuse you
Superstar
I’m not saying you should keep schtum
But all this howling at the moon
It’s a jester’s token gesture
It’s a joke that’s gone too far
Still your entourage is laughing
'Cos they’re mode to
'Cos they’re paid to
Superstar
You claim my words degrade you
I waylaid and then betrayed you
I even hear you threatening to resign
But how can I respect you?
For if I ever met you
That meeting was a fleeting blip in time
Now it’s hello Motorolla
And goodbye rock and roller
'Cos there’s bourbon in the cola
Superstar
Now Sirius is rising
Against a bloody red horizon
And the morning star s hiding
In deference to Mars
It’s no time for compromising
With the madness they’re devising
'Cos the dog days rays are deadly
As befits a rabid star
It’s a season without meaning
It’s deceiving and you’re dreaming
'Cos you’re not the voice of reason
Superstar
With your death metal laugh
And your cobwebbed lace shoes
And your mouldy old taste in bad rhythm and
Blues
And your cancer cell phone
And your yesterdays news
You’re the unwilling king
Of the unwilling crew
Still they walk some way behind you
'Cos they’re hollow
And they follow
Superstar