So you be a Dirty Little Rockstar. Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior. You live a lie sold your soul for the paper. Ya be a slave be a media whore. Snake skin heal and a cold black coal. Shootin saphires up a dead man's arm. Hyenna lurk outside your door. You're passed out on the bathroom floor. Bite your lip. Shake your hip. Taste the whip. You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar. I don't see no Dirty Little Rockstar. Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline. Your young hearts are melting only phoenix survive. Stay in the game you sick lil hipster. You get it all ya get it ahead. Shake your hip. Bite you lip. Back the whip. You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar. I don't believe no Dirty Little Rockstar. You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar. You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar. You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar