So here we are, another star with out a car - you're gonna make it   Each bit of rot to its own slot, the cheapest shot was saying I faked it   And if that's all you make of your time   Then I'm not wasting any more explaining what I've made of mine   You better walk around, 'cause no one's gonna drive you home   So many shows, you've been below enough to know you shouldn't think it   Excalibur or your guitar? Do you think you are the Queen of England?   And your crying won't make you a dime   It's just like any other job where there gonna pay for your time   You better walk around, 'cause no one's gonna drive you home   I'm not impressed with your desire to be the biggest in the bowl   You'll still just be a little shit in a world that's just a big shit hole   You better walk around, 'cause no one's gonna drive you home