Future star, red guitar   You're gonna go far if you find a right producer   The world's your toy, super boy   The girls all faint and you start a new religion      Four-star media whore   Back door encounters with Madonna   Sales fall, lose it all   The crowd moves on and you can't afford a limo      Pout and cry, fake suicide   Then write a book about a past addiction   Tombstone, all you own   Twenty years and no one will remember