Cigarettes Whiskey from the bottle Scattered photographs from the pas tAnd on the "Rolling Stone" Faces of the Gods and Kings Looking down from their thrones They court meThe haunt me While I danceLike a moth draw to the flame I would rather burn alive than fade away They love me They k** me Before my time So the whole wide world can see It's just another rock n roll tragedy 'They New York Times Snaps a shot of people crying As the news hits the street Someone writes the book Fills it up with lies About the s** and all the d** I took They hurt me They hold me while I dance Like a moth drawn to the flame I was born to burn alive not fade away Love me k** me Before my time So the whole wide world can see He's just another rock n roll tragedy He's just another rock n toll tragedy He's just another rock n roll tragedy I close my eyes I don't want to wake up To my ordinary life my ordinary life my ordinary life my ordinary life my ordinary life my ordinary life I would rather be Just another rock n roll tragedy