Poser Wannabe

A pretty face, a poser with a guitar
An auctioned off look, the newage rockstar
You claim to come straight outta the East Bay
But you were processed and packaged in L.A
You want to save the planet you say on tv
And yet you drive around in a SUV
Pumping filth and pollution into the air
While you complain that Bush doesn't care
You shout, scream, cry, fight
Anything to keep yourself in the spotlight
Desperate to cling onto your fame
But in the years to come no one will remember your name