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

Oh, millionaire

Clap your hands and give a stunned and silent stare

Oh, millionaire

Strike a chord, smack a tom, I just don’t care

Ring a polished gong

For the master now he’s plastered

Now he’s on the runway in his robe

Having circled half the globe

For priests and politicians

Seeking wisdom he might share

They’re all locked safely up inside

That millionaire

Say a toast with glasses raised into the air

Oh, millionaire

He’s much happier than you and he’s a million times as rare

There’s a glint up in the small eyes

Of the mouth upon the screen

Between some teeth a speech repeated

From the liquid crystal stream

In strides a smiling, long-time rival

In a drab, grey cotton smock

He’s heard it all before he says

It’s all just lies, it’s all just talk

Just this one time I will believe him

But I know that it’s a choice

And I’m aware, but just don’t care

I sign my name, I raise my voice

And fall disabling all the alarms

Overwhelmed by all his charms

Into the warm arms of another millionaire