You wide eyed, I know The more zeroes your eyes grow You have to ride slow, if you're to find your own road I know you've been told you need this and that to get sold But only you have what you hold And you want to rise to the fame You want to fly but you're low So you're getting high with your name You don't want to lie, but you know That's it's a bad kind of game Where the players come then they go And the years go by and it's the same thing You grew up let down A frown you wore to stay sound Then music you found A space to leave your known ground You watched all the stars Their precious stones and their fine cars You wanted yourself to get that far And you want to rise to the fame You want to fly but you're low So you're getting high with your name You don't want to lie, but you know That's it's a bad kind of game Where the players come then they go And the years go by and it's the same thing Does it matter if it's right or wrong If it's all about that song? ♪ And you want to rise to the fame You want to fly but you're low So you're getting high with your name You don't want to lie, but you know That's it's a bad kind of game Where the players come then they go And the years go by and it's the same thing