I don't really need the ego
Of being a pop star
Playing rock n' roll makes
Me stand hard and tall
Once an old man with blood on his hands
Said "Pick up my guitar and use it"
The he took it from me said
"Let your soul run free"

People get so stuck on getting
Their name in lights
Fuckin' some famous model
Keepin' their assholes tight

So I played that guitar
Til my dick got hard
I fucked that bitch night and day
Time went by and that old man died
Got a note "Remember what I said"
Brought flowers to his grave
Laid 'em down, and my fingers
Started to bleed I was finally free
I was finally free yeah

People get so stuck on getting
Their name in lights
Fuckin' some famous model
Keepin' their assholes tight

Don't get me wrong I ain't singin'
This song bout bros who truly deserve it
But money and fame is for those truly lame.
The ones who need to get their heads lit
So I play my guitar,
Yeah I played that bitch all night long
Yeah I played my guitar
I was finally free

So keep your head clear don't
Believe what you hear
Just play what comes from your soul
But if money & fame is your fuckin' game
Then I hope you die fat & old

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): AARON WEST ARKEEN, DUFF MCKAGAN, DUFF ROSE MCKAGAN