He's got the tight pants, his ego's even tighternDon't even think about the things he does when he's alonenHe's got the guitar, the faded notebooknGotta write it down so it sounds rightnI'll tell you one thing, he doesn't give a thought about the way he looks beside them at a rock shownHe's got the new trend, only it's not a trendnIt's just another sad excuse to be a part of what he doesn't understandnSo shine your leather and gel your hair Because the scene kids are coming to townnAnd it's off to the races only to realize that we're all the samenI think i'll try to be as clever as i can in trying to convey a message that you'll never getnI'm going to give you until the count of threenYou might as well give up, you're gonna get tirednI think i'll sit here until i think of every single word and every phrase that rhymes with broken heartsnHey junior-Lacey, hey pre-Lazarra - get yourself some wordsnAnd i have what you want in my handsnI can see the dollar sign reflect in your eyesnNow it's only a question of how you'll get itnAll i know is that you are the devil's advocatenYou may have won the battle but the war has just begunnBecause you sold your soul to the scenenAnd you'll be coming around to the ones Who don't expect itnYou had it coming, a truth becomes a lienYou had it coming, a truth becomes a lienA truth becomes a lie