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