There's a guitar leaning
On a Marshall stack
Used to sound like the sun on the horizon
Now I think we've been had

There's a young girl screaming
All the way in the back
Poor kid, she never saw it coming
Now she knows she's been had

Watching the labels
Spinning on my turntable
There's no call waiting in my headphones
And every star that shines
In the back of my mind
Is just waiting for its cover to be blown

There's an eardrum bleeding
Yeah, it's in my head
How could I still be so in love when I know
We've been had?

Republicans, Democrats
Can't give you the facts
Your parents won't tell you 'til you're grown
Every star that shines
In the back of your mind
Is just waiting for its cover to be blown
Flashing the badges
Just like the law of averages
Nobody likes 'em
Where they're from
But every star that hides on the back of the bus
Is just waiting for his cover to be blown