I heard your song 
You sang your mom and dad went punk 
they called you the unknown quotient 
or something close to that 

Now all the little boys 
write bad poems to their new loves 
and play all the songs 
on crappy old guitars 

Wanna be a rock star 
Ten times bigger sun 
Wanna be a rock star 
And make you all love me 

They want your baby shoes 
in some Podunk hardrock cafe 
But it's better than being 
tie-dyed instead 

Copyright your name 
and bloodshot eyes just the same 
And those eyes look 
just like a map where everything's alright 

I remember 
it was raining the day you died 
I read the paper 
it was raining where you were too 

Wanna be a rock star 
Ten times bigger sun 
Wanna be a rock star 
And make you all love me