The Rise and Fall of Our Hero's Reward

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 they play all the songs on crappy old guitars

Want to be a rock star ten times bigger than the sun
Want to be a rock star and make you all love me

They want your baby shoes in some podunk Hard Rock cafe
But that's okay its better than being tie dyed instead
Copyright your name and blood shot 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

Want to be a rock star ten times bigger than the sun
Want to be a rock star and you all love me