With a venom in my veins And no money to my name I'm on my way to join a circus that they call Hell-A To be a star of stage and screen I sold my soul for magic beans Now I'm as empty as the pockets Of my skin tight jeans. But my hunger makes me bend my back Like a licorice cane acrobat There's a constellation with my name In the Hollywood boulevard of fame In Los Angeles they understand I'm the Buckled Knees of a broken man. So to the devil I adhered And with my soul he disappeared But I never will forget the words He whispered in my ear He said "Fame is a ball and chain That you'll carry to your grave A soul shaped hole in your heart Is like a bullet to your brain". But my hunger makes me bend my back Like a licorice cane acrobat There's a constellation with my name In the Hollywood boulevard of fame In Los Angeles they understand I'm the Buckled Knees of a broken man. Well I thought my life was made A Hollywood superstar cliche But I'm just a hollow trophy With a thin gold plate And all the starlight that I sought Was just a spinning disco ball Now I'm as fractured as the light Of its mirrors on the wall. But my hunger makes me bend my back Like a licorice cane acrobat There's a constellation with my name In the Hollywood boulevard of fame In Los Angeles they understand I'm the Buckled Knees of a broken man.