What the hell's the matter with me?
Fever of a hundred and three degrees in the shade
And I feel nothing is real
Oh my God
Reality is only a crutch
I think therefore I think that I think too much
I get scared when I feel real life's too real
What the fuck?

When I grow up I wanna be a cock rock superstar
Carsandchicksandgunsanddrugsandmoneyandelectricguitars!
When I grow up I wanna be a cock rock superstar
Carsandchicksandgunsanddrugsandmoneyandelectric!

Won't you help me spread the disease?
Feed my monster ego, oh please, oh please
''cuz I'm hungry for you to pay attention to all my problems
(There are many)
I have got a question for you
Don't you have anything better to do
Than listen to boys with their big loud toys
Scream and yell?
(I need attention)

When I grow up I wanna be a cock rock superstar
Carsandchicksandgunsanddrugsandmoneyandelectricguitars!
When I grow up I wanna be a cock
Carsandchicksandgunsanddrugsandmoneyandelectricguitars!

What the hell's the matter with me?
Fever of a hundred and three degrees in the shade
And I feel nothing is real
Oh my God

When I grow up I wanna be a cock rock superstar
Carsandchicksandgunsanddrugsandmoneyandelectricguitars!
When I grow up I wanna be a cock
Carsandchicksandgunsanddrugsandmoneyandelectricguitars!
Guitars!
Guitars!
Guitars!
Guitars!
Guitars!
Guitars!
I can't hear you!


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Cock Rock Superstar song meanings
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