Sting - 50,000 Lyrics

Another obituary in the paper todayOne more for the list of those who've already fallenAnother one of our comrades is taken downLike so many others of our callingWe tweet our anecdotes, our commentaryOr we sing his songs in some sad tributeWhile the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tellThat he's no longer able to deny or refute50, 000 voices rising every time he'd singAnd every word he ever wrote reflecting back to himHow well I remember the stadiums we playedAnd the lights sweeping across a sea of 50, 000 souls we'd faceA serious drug that you could never kickOr one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replaceWe flew like kites on the wings of amphetamineSecured only to a bass line and a snare drum beatBut really what did any of it mean?When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat50, 000 voices rising every time he'd singAnd every word he ever wrote reflecting back to himStill believing that old lie, the one that your own face betraysRock Stars don't ever die, they only fade awayReflecting now on my own pastInside this prison I've made of myselfI'm feeling a little better todayAlthough the bathroom mirror is telling me something elseThese lines of stress, one bloodshot eyeThe unhealthy pallor of a troubled ghostWhere did I put my spectacle case?I'm half blind and as deaf as any post50, 000 hands are raised to a man that's just like you and meWe create the gods we can and gift them immortalityStill believing that old lie, the one that your own face betraysRock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away