Who Wants To Live Forever?

Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy? Caught In A Landslide, No Escape From Reality. Open Your Eyes, Look Up To The Skies And See, I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy, Because I'm Easy Come, Easy Go, Little High, Little Low, Any Way The Wind Blows Doesn't Really Matter To Me, To Me.

I Always Knew I Was A Star And Now, The Rest Of The World Seems To Agree With Me.

What You Must Understand Is That My Voice Comes From The Energy Of The Audience. The Better They Are, The Better I Get.

I Don't Talk To Everybody, So They Don't Really Know The Real Me. I Don't Think Anybody Will.

Oh, I Was Not Made For Heaven. No, I Don't Want To Go To Heaven. Hell Is Much Better. Think Of All The Interesting People You're Going To Meet Down There!