Public Enemy - Frankenstar [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

We the fans
Hopin they would be open
Tinted glass
Behind that tinted glass
Crowd waiting in limbo
Is that the limo?
But he don't give a damn
She don't give a damn
Just buy their product
Cause they a buy product of a marketing plan
Can I just get an autograph?
I'm fanatic number 2 million
Sign it to my mama
So she can cut the drama
Bought in a store in Nicaragua
But you ignore the poor
Can't even get to your door

Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
I don't give a damn about your car
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
We don't give a damn about your crib
Only give a damn about what you did
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar

Can I get a ride on that music
Can I get a look on that movie
All you gotta do is groove me
Security ain't got to shoot me
How a fan get get close to you
What do you think I'm supposed to do?
Shit by the way I bought a poster too
I didn't take it back
Cause the show was whack
Bought a hundred dollar ticket
Told us where we could stick it
Frankenstar
Let us fans know
That you gonna do a 10 minute show

Hooooooo
Hoooooooo

Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
I don't give a damn about your car
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
You don't even know who the hell you are
We don't give a damn about your crib
Only give a damn about what you did
Frankenstar
Frankenstar
Frankenstar

Now you say you from the hood
Paid and laid
And now you think you gonna get sprayed
I see you grinnin at them humble beginnings
Fame just is like water to a gremlin
Fame is fake and it fades
Millinnum stars can be like grenades
Blowin up thinking we all got it made
In a MTV cribs
To fool them kids
The new monster mash
See 'em all dance for cash
Saw ya wit a new lawyer
So you
Better stash
But the VIP section got your attention
And you cannot see that far past
Wrong inspiration
For a young nation
When you dismiss education
And your living room's a Playstation
Do your thing, not the thing do you
Don't fame gotta hold on you