Front Row (Fantasies, the Musical Act 2, Scene 1 Remix)

I'm in the front row with a bottle
 Don't know what I can't decide
 I'm in the front row, I'm a model
 Don't know what I can't describe
 Burned out stars they shine so bright
 All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright
 He's not perfect, he's my hero
 Smashing the piano, spitting in the front row
 Chronic confrontation, psychic conversation
 Radical compassion louder than the action
 All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright
 All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright
 All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright
 All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright
 I'm in the front row with a bottle
 Don't know what I can't decide
 I'm the front row, I'm a model
 Don't know what I can't describe
 Burned out stars they shine so bright
 All of us, burned out stars they shine so bright
 He's not perfect, he's a victim
 Of his occupation, social insulation
 Secret intervention, charge him with possession
 I just wanna watch him make or break and beat them
 All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright
 All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright
 All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright
 All the stars, burned out stars they shine so bright
 Burned out stars they shine so bright
 Burned out stars they shine so bright
 Burned out stars they shine so bright
 Burned out stars they shine so bright