Famous

I swear I'd do anything to be famous at this point

I'd dye my hair

I'd paint my nails

I'd smoke a six foot joint

Yes I would

If I could

I swear there's a god above who's smiling down on me

Cause I'm trying to be Jesus Christ but I'm not from Galilee

I never was

And that's not my name

Maybe if I wrote you songs 'bout drunkards in a bar

I'd be on a yacht in Singapore

Smoking on cigars

Oh

I'll paint my walls in Scheele's Green

And sing of things that have never been

Paint colours that no eyes have seen

I'll paint my walls

my walls in Scheele's green

I swear I'd give anything to be famous just like you

I'd change my name to Billy-boy or John Fitzfocker too

Yes I would

If I could

I swear it wouldn't bring me joy but who am I to know

The lifestyle of the glorious the fabulous in tow

No I don't

I probably won't

Maybe if I wrote you songs'bout drunkards in a bar

I'd be on a yacht in Singapore

Smoking on cigars

Oh

And if I assimilate would you take care of me

Or would you see me as some sell out

Or a dead-beat wannabe

Oh

I'll paint my walls in Scheele's Green and sing of things that have never been

Paint colours that no eyes have seen

I'll paint my walls in Scheele's green

I'll paint my walls in Scheele's Green

and sing of things that have never been

paint colours that no eyes have seen

I'll paint my walls

my walls in Scheele's green