John Waite Gonna Be Somebody
You spin around and turn on me, stop me in my crash You wanna be somebody else, say you won't be back Your bourgeois friends call you dear, deal you like a card Your eyes out for the diamonds now, experienced and scarred You tell me, gonna be somebody, gonna be okay, gonna be somebody someday You're moving through a different space, where I don't belong L.A. guns, gold and silver, superficial grace They'll pervert you, masquerade you, pass evil as good taste They'll chew you up and spit you out, and put you in your place You tell me, gonna be somebody, gonna be okay, gonna be somebody someday (Solo) Gonna be somebody, gonna be okay, gonna be somebody someday Gonna be somebody, gonna be okay, gonna be somebody someday Gonna be somebody, gonna be somebody, gonna be somebody someday ------------------------------------------------------------------------------