I'm in the front row with a bottle   Don't know what I can't decide   I'm in the front row, I'm a model   Don't know what I can't describe      Burned out stars they shine so bright   All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright      He's not perfect, he's my hero   Smashing the piano, spitting in the front row   Chronic confrontation, psychic conversation   Radical compassion louder than the action      All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright   All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright   All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright   All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright      I'm in the front row with a bottle   Don't know what I can't decide   I'm the front row, I'm a model   Don't know what I can't describe      Burned out stars they shine so bright   All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright      He's not perfect, he's a victim   Of his occupation, social insulation   Secret intervention, charge him with possession   I just wanna watch him make or break and beat them      All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright   All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright   All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright   All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright      Burned out stars they shine so bright   Burned out stars they shine so bright   Burned out stars they shine so bright   Burned out stars they shine so bright