À quoi bon? Et puis à quoi bon? T'es tellement seul derrière ton écran Tu penses à c'que vont penser les gens Tout le monde il veut seulement la thune Et seulement ça, ça les fait bander Tout le monde il veut seulement la fame Et seulement ça, ça les

You're a fake motherfucker, I hate you, motherfucker I'll break you, motherfucker, you're mine You're a joke, motherfucker, you gloat but you're a sucker Such a fuckin' waste of my time You smile and wave with your borrowed fame But everybody sees

The sound that you're listenin' to Is from my guitar that's named Lucille I'm very crazy about Lucille Lucille took me from the plantation Or you might say brought me fame I don't think I can just talk enough about Lucille Sometimes when I'm blue it's

Into the river below, running from the inferno I'll take all the blame, the front page, and the fame Into the river below You'll think I'm insane, but you'll all know my name I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken; you can't fix it Don't make me 'cause I'll

I go down to the honkytonk I might not end up in the Hall of Fame With a star on the sidewalk with my name Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone Nobody gonna name their babies after me I might not go down in history But I'll go down to the honkytonk

What is my, what is my, what is my, charisma What is my charisma Is it my fortune or my fame What is my charisma, yeah Is it my body or my brain And do I drive you insane Charisma, charisma Is it my money or my name Is it my personality

But I don't give up, no, I don't ever give up Love isn't here, love isn't here But it's somewhere I'm no kid in a kid's game I did what I did, I've got no one to blame It's all I've got, it's my claim to fame I'm no fighter but I'm fighting This whole

Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em) They say my folks'll do whatever for the fortune and the fame And it'll take a fortune to get rid of all the pain, but I'm sayin' You say the only family that you got is in a gang And the only

You must be famous, famous Welcome to your name in lights You can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me" I'ma be on the TV mama Different city every night (oh my God, I must be

As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier Saying "Stand and deliver" for he were a bold deceiver Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da