You know what you are You're gonna be a star All the way to Reno You're gonna be a star (star) You know who you are You're gonna be a star, you are, you are You've dusted the non-believers And challenged the laws of chance

Have we come to the bitter end? The bitter end Sweet love, my oldest friend No make-up, no pretend You swear to God but I'm a non-believer And you're losing faith while I've been holding on Trying to find the root of all this come between us Trying to

A call to all non-believers I know your false God I've seen his works and his deeds And violence is his creed This is a call A call to stand up and fight A call to stand for what's right (A call to all non-believers) Wash their blood from your hands

Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace

Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So long babe, I got the flashback blues So goodbye nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here While window shopping through the past I

You know what you are You're gonna be a star All the way to Reno You're gonna be a star (star) You know who you are You're gonna be a star, you are, you are You've dusted the non-believers And challenged the laws of chance