I originally wrote this to be a song on my PC, to which the only person who listens is me. However, it does have some humor, so I put it here.
My rock group was getting stale We no longer drew the fans So I told my sad tale To a public relations man He gave me this advice: "There's only one way to the light Avoid the image of 'nice." Let your inner demon take flight. So we drove my car off a cliff in Malibu Jumped out first, watched it dive Made sure a camera man knew Struck a pose with a high five. I attended a posh party at night Slapped my wife, who played the part sniffed white powder, picked a fight They rolled me out in a hospital cart. I set fire to my guitar on stage Firemen had been called, just in case They sprayed me with a hose, I feigned rage Yelled obscenities, got in their face. But the fans would not return Now I was without a car and a guitar Plus dentist bills, no money to burn Sold the mansion, no more a star. I went back to my hometown Helped an old lady walk where the street was wide Cameras flashed, reporters took it down that "Bad boy Jennings" had a good side! Now the fans fill up my halls It came as a total surprise Now I've learned when the limelight calls To be myself, no need for disguise.
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