Teen Idol by Mike Got Spiked Lyrics

I want to see me in magazines

TV screens call out to me

This is my only goal

Roll up, roll up, you could be the next teen idol

The smell of fear, the tension hangs in the air

As countless hopefuls solemnly stare

And the judge sits comfortably in his chair

You've got one chance better make it a good one yeah

But now a tear, it's not what they want to hear

Pack up my gear and then disappear

They can't see what it is they're doing to me
Baring my heart and they're tearing at my soul

(Low) so low

'cos you tell me everything I sing is wrong, so long

You absolute controlling scum

The weeks go by, I'm staring at the TV

A smiling child comes a looking at me

He can't see what it is they're making him be

He's preened and he's weaned and they're making him sing about..

'emotion, devotion, hands in the air like you just don't care'

Fuck that, watching you pedal this shit and getting away with it

Is tearing at my soul

I'm gonna see me in magazines

TV screens call out to me
For this I'd sell my soul