You say you're a model, it's evident you've never met
A mirror you didn't love (ooh la la)
You say you're an angel with your halo and your crown
As you fly up to the sun and melt your wings

It's not a want, it's an obsession
You wanna hear the people screaming out your name
Whispers at night in your midnight confessions
You'll do anything for fame, célebutante, célebutante

You'll say you're an actor well, then come set-up the stage
Put the cast right where you want, show us what you got
You'll say you're in movies, always dropping names of
So-called semi-almost famous friends, it never ends

It's not a want, it's an obsession
You wanna hear the people screaming out your name
Whispers at night in your midnight confessions
You'll do anything for fame, célebutante

Fame, to teach the unteachable
Fame, to reach the unreachable
Fame, to beat the unbeatable
Fame, to keep the unkeepable
Fame, the tighter you hold on to
Fame, the more everything slips away

All the right hungers, all the right thirsts
All the right aches, the pains and the hurts
All the right gossip, all the right trends
All the right knives in the backs of your friends

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Dave Mustaine, Kiko Loureiro