FAN MAIL

I thought I might write a letter to you
You know I've seen your picture around
And as I sit in this wood paneled hell
Ill do anything that won't bring me down
I read the news and I got to say
That my daddy really hates your sound
And I'll follow you anywhere if you want me

And the fan mail keeps on coming
Coming every day
They tell me just what the matter is
And I don't know what to say
What can I write back today.

Baby's gotta get a message through
She gotta make her star connection tonight
Backstage they'll change your life
Remove a wrapper and make it right
And as she screams in her front row seat with the tears rolling down her eyes
It's hard to go back home after leaving heaven

CHORUS

Give me time I gotta clean my mind
Cries the boy with devil in his pants
Its poor taste what I got to face
And spread religion and rock romance
I was cool in economics school
Why those professors couldn't even dance
And now they're already planning my rocking revival

CHORUS