The Saints - Run Down lyrics

You are just like in a magazine Front cover stuff now you're a scream Posed in such a careful way There is nothing you can't do You think you have seen it all Got pictures hanging on your wall Fame is nothing new to you But the good old days is through You're rundown now out of time Don't want to hear the same old line C'mon now my little friend Don't you know now that this is the end Come on Call up the chaueffer and the hire car Down the west end to your favorite bar Talk is going to save you life Before the pills can go too far You're lost in a masquerade Old girls live on they never fade Fame is nothing new to you But the good old days is through. You're rundown, you're out of time Don't want to hear that same old line C'mon now my little friend Don't you know now that this is the end Call up you managers & your friends No one wants to see you but they pretend You yeah you're such a star And we all live for you Night time don't wanna be alone So find yourself a crowd until the dawn Fame is nothing new to you But the good old days is through You're rundown now out of time Don't want to hear that same old line C'mon now my little friend Don't you know now that this is the end Yeah