Millionaire Okkervil River

So he rode across the country
In a squad of limousines
So he galloped through the pages
Of a thousand magazines
Here's the guitar in his hand
Here are the women by his side
They're fresh-fucked from the bus bunk-bed
They're giving head through that long ride
And here's the monster in his hair
All the young girls knew was there
And they loved him fiercely for it
Millionaire

The scene it opens sombrely
A black and burnt-out scar
Across the whole entire country
And here comes the child star
His striding eyes on fire
Through a broken blazing field
He's close to tears, eyes all sincere
With all the influence he wields
He is entreating us
His cheeks all flushed
A dead wind in his hair
Well we appreciate your efforts
Millionaire