Video Hes Famous Now de Algebra Suicide 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Algebra Suicide - Hes Famous Now Lyrics

He's famous now, the boy of the hour.
His photo hung on every girl's door.
He's famous, and you read all about
him in those tabloids that he used to read:
He had a fever in Paris, he danced in Berlin,
he collapsed on the stage in London.
He is waging a lawsuit, he is dating a model,
he was seen in Miami with the broadest of blondes.
You were never a blonde,
But you helped him up the stairs
the night you brought him home to meet mother.
You have all his records --
he gave them to you that
Christmas that you were expecting a mink.
You have all his records in the back of your closet,
his face on each of them,
Smug and well-kissed.
On Valentine's Day, you were expecting a diamond;
He gave you a ring from a hotel in Jersey.
Complaining about your letters, about his writer,
and how his roadies have been just no good.
He stuck to the wall, a flash in the pan;
it's guaranteed to take its toll.
You saw the way up, you'll see the way down,
and ignore his calls when he comes around.
He's famous now, but if you squint into the distance,
You can see him lumbering towards the horizon
like some big, painful animal.