It's a time like these I don't want to be a superstar
Cause reality tv kill them all in america
Where the sun always shines in the magazines
Tonight can we be free to be who we really are
There's an empty space in the chair tonight
Cause you don't feel right
There are storm clouds brewing at the back of his mind
As he stands outside
He will be twenty in a week but he's all for his years
He's had many of those to confront his own fears
Cause his father's not the man
He'd like to grow up to be
And his mother isn't growing old gracefully
It's a time like these I don't want to be a superstar
Cause reality tv kill them all in america
Though the sun always shines in the magazines tonight
Can we be free to be who we are
Who we are who we are who we are