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I heard God was at the palace doing a one night stand 

So I went out there to see Him with my hope in my hand

He was just a boy of fifteen without much to say

And when he started signing autographs I walked away

I was standing on a corner by the marketplace

When a fellow with some leaflets shoved one right in my face

Well he poked me with his Bible like it was a loaded gun

And I said whatever it is you're selling man I don't want none

All our superstars are suicidal casualties

And our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades

Oh it seems like all our dreams are only fantasies 

And I wonder if we'll learn from the mistakes we've made

I bumped into Mr. Jimi at a London hotel

And he said let's get together but he didn't look well

When I woke up in the morning all the papers read 

Jimi Hendrix overdosed last night in bed

All our superstars are suicidal casualties

And our heroes die in motel rooms and motorcades

Well it seems like all our dreams turn into tragedies 

And I wonder if we'll learn from the mistakes we've made

Now I'm waiting at the bus stop for the bus to arrive 

And I know there must be more to life than staying alive 

Well I don't know where I'm going when I climb in 

But it can't be any emptier than where I've been