Cowboys

They say it's tough out there and that's for sure

You pay your way twice over if not more

They say that's the price of fame and now you've made your name

Your friends don't even treat you like they used to do before

They quote the many stars who've died so young

From the firmament you seek to walk among

They tell you who went mad, who went from good to bad

And they warn you of the dangers that await the highly strung

Who the hell are they?

And who cares what they say?

Who only seek to worry and alarm

Don't give those dogs their day

Don't let them get their way

'Cos I can see that fame's done you no harm

They say what you sacrifice to be the best

Means you lose all other purpose in your quest

They say that fame's your only goal and it messes up your soul

And they mention Elvis Presley and you're supposed to know the rest

They tell you cherish every minute that you're hot

So at least you'll have some memories when you're not

They say when fame becomes the spur, you abandon what you were

Which makes it that much harder to give up what you've got

Who the hell are they?

And who cares what they say?

Who only deal in envy and despair

Don't give those dogs their day

Don't let them get their way

I'm glad to see your picture everywhere

They say celebrity extracts a heavy toll

That the devil soon appears to take control

They say it leads you by the nose and they recite the names of those

Who've bled upon the alter of the demon Rock and Roll

Who the hell are they?

And who cares what they say?

Who only seek to worry and alarm

Don't give those dogs their day

Don't let them get their way

'Cos I can see that fame's done you no harm