The kings of America were falling out of fashion  
The system systematically was shooting out their lights  
Driven to the level of paparazzi comers 
They bid the public an ugly goodnight 
 
Well, the shaved and depraved  
The concealed and the well-healed  
The maintained and the drained  
The walking dead and the well-read  
 
All have a stake in the model and the make  
Of the latest star attractions 
 
CHORUS  
 
Can you tell us who's the next big thing  
Can you tell us who's the next big thing  
We know they ain't gonna last 
But it's always a blast to devour every second 
 
The girl in the pressure cooker's losing her mystique now  
The brains at The Star say she's dying by degrees 
With tales of self abuse and a criminal citation 
Her sun is setting in the Hollywood sea 
 
Well, the ares and the ain'ts 
The gratified and the fried  
The diseased and the pleased  
The endowed and the street crowd  
 
All want a piece of the latest release 
To stroke the head of their condition 
 
CHORUS