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Do you know Aleister Crowley?
Have you ever kissed his hand?
Trendsetter with the lisp and the patience
Do not test my violence
You bare a likeness, honey
But you ain’t got the wild hair
All I want is the vision, the money,
And maybe a little bit of the sky, please
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
The first thing you learn is there’s nothing so pure
Pretty face, but you’re not nobody
Dirty mind, but you’re still nowhere
You can’t help their laughing at ya
Just cuz you’re stylish
You just gotta believe
You just gotta believe
I think I see what you mean when you say
I’m too deep in this daze
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
Yeah, the next thing that you learn is there’s nothing so special about you
I heard the walrus was Paul, but he can’t bark like a dog
And he can’t fuck up a song
So stick around
Now bow down
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
Yeah, the last thing you ever learn is there’s nothing can cure you
Did you think that you were somebody?
Did you think you were the only one?
Everybody’s got the vision the money
There’s nothing left up in the sky
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
Hey, wake up, get high like a rock ’n’ roll star
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