Well this guy walks up to the stage
"Why ain't you famous yet?"
Well I just smile and I thank him
I'm glad you like the set
But he pushes the question
Says he wants to invest
In a singer that
Seems a sure bet
I just laugh it all off
"Hey, put a tip in my jar"
And he says, "Yeah, but honestly
You could go far"
So tell me, then, how come
You ain't the one son
That I've seen rise up the charts?
So I put down my stuff
And take a slow breath
Hey, listen fella
Don't know what to tell ya
Except...
There've been ten f*cking assholes
Who told me they'd make me a star
Nine rat bastards
That've mugged me outside of this bar
Eight more lines
To tell you this good life gets hard
There was seven soaked summers
When I couldn't get off the floor
Six deep heartaches
That just left me askin' for more
Five times this week
That I've heard that question before
There were four homeless seasons
I only knew passion of pain
Then three years
I mixed up those two for the same
Those two concerts
Where I nearly died on the stage
But to answer your question
Or you don't know my name
The very first reason
To let my refrain
Is I thought that someone would
Find me and take me away
I thought that I'd get discovered
But It's me
It's me who will make my own name
Well that sounds messed up
This life that you choose
Said, "I just think of Freddie"
He said, "I never lose"
So I'm gonna get there
Even if broken and bruised
'Cause I might be late
And it may get hard
But it's not all rotten
To see how I've gotten this far
In spite of those
There've been ten fucking assholes
Who told me they'd make me a star
Nine rat bastards
That've mugged me outside of this bar
Eight more lines
To tell you this good life gets hard
There was seven soaked summers
When I couldn't get off the floor
Six deep heartaches
That just left me askin' for more
Five times this week
That I've heard that question before
There were four homeless seasons
I only knew passion of pain
Then three years
I mixed up those two for the same
Those two concerts
Where I nearly died on the stage
But to answer your question
Or you don't know my name
The very first reason
To let my refrain
Is I thought that someone would
Find me and take me away
I thought that I'd get discovered
But It's me
It's me who will make my own name