Example - Dead Famous lyrics

Aw sh**, alright see the thing is that got it all f**ed up now is… Big f**-off guns, how am I supposed to walk down Oxford street without some crazed loon trying' to shoot me, eh? When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get k**ed Everybody's jealous ‘cause you get a bit spoiled There's all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead So don't think you're safe just because you're famous Tell me, how do you know when you made it big when you walking around, you're the talk of the town Not really, the only way to know that you're sporting the crown is when stalkers are found; in your own back garden “Pardon me, sorry, ehh, can you sign my CD?” You can't be as famous as you presumed if you ain't got a loon in your room on your honeymoon If it ain't them, it's some opportune goon with a Kodak then you got something to moan at throw some stones at and if you wanna die, have some high-speed chase but you probably know that For Elton John to write a song about candles you ain't gotta feature in loads of scandals reading the news can be hard to handle Just look at your dam though, she weren't that famous When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get k**ed Everybody's jealous ‘cause you get a bit spoiled There's all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead So don't think you're safe just because you're famous Lennon and McCartney, all sat in a party is full of glitterati, who's the more famous? Both got the brains to entertain us but who should get shot by the ignoramus Some treat fame like a sign of achievement even if you're known for no reason Eager-beavers, their all bemused so they go to great lengths to appear on the news There's no way of tellin' what a nutcase gonna do come at you, pull a gun at you, on a summer's day run away, put the gun away, if their lucky, hey, chuck away everything they ever could've have For Mister Fanatical. life is glorious, he's notorious stolen your limelight Sort at times right, to snatch your dominance for one little second there, he had prominence When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get k**ed Everybody's jealous ‘cause you get a bit spoiled There's all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead So don't think you're safe just because you're famous You have a duty, to the, people you see mostly, when you're getting bigger than Bruce Lee ‘Cause if you give people abuse at random you could get shot like Bruce's son Brandon What? - It was accidental? Oh sorry, I ain't being detrimental But really, and this is kind of eerie just one little thing: conspiracy theory Look man, I ain't tryin' to sweat you but if it ain't gun, the d** will get you You can be idolised by all ages girls and guys, singing “Dry Your Eyes” Never do chores, have girls on all fours keep scores of white stuff in your chest of drawers The world is yours, but you gotta remember for Jim Morrison it was early doors When you are a famous face, it gets really easy to get k**ed Everybody's jealous ‘cause you get a bit spoiled There's all sorts of reasons why certain people want you dead So don't think you're safe just because you're famous You can't keep shooting pop-stars Russia, you'll jeopardise our record contracts Oh no