Last Fix Of Fame - Extreme Noise Terror

Washed out «rock stars» with burnt out stars as their eyes

Making another comeback for any price

Deluded by all previous fame

And all your material rotten past it’s sell by date

No convictions or a fucking cause

For your last fix of fame and money

You will whore your souls

Scavenging for licenses to try and get free gear

Admit that you’re now just shit, a pathetic failure

No convictions or a fucking cause

For your last fix of fame and money

You will whore your souls