Want to pleasure the flesh Steeling your essence in the night And darken the presence of the light I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous Your face is a broken mirror Of your past reflection And we have none for second-guessing Can you run through all that cash? Your whole life beats off that guilty But how long can that last Worth chasing a dream In the land of the lost Weather we get devoured We have to be number one Swearing by the forty eight laws of I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous I don't want to be famous