Front Row

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