Текст песни Buck-Tick — Itoshi no Rock Star

With clown makeup and gaudy clothes, I'm doing a charity show
Meaninglessly shouting all over the place, and afterward, hugging my knees

A sad poet drowns in drink and wears the shadow of mystery
If he gets just a few tears, he's happy

I'm sorry about the celebrity; the celebrity isn't me*

It's a double-edged sword—when I'm naked, the horizon has no top or bottom
It's pathetic, so pathetic—even though I'm alive, I'm lonely

I'm tired of being a clown; it's not easy being a clown
I'm alive

If I were to turn into a pig, you'd laugh
If I were to turn into a bug, you'd laugh

With clown makeup and gaudy clothes, I'm doing a one-man show
Kicking up a crazy fuss for no reason, I'm masturbating by myself

I'm sorry about the celebrity; it's not easy being a clown
I'm alive

If I were to turn into a pig, you'd laugh
If I were to turn into a bug, you'd laugh

If I were to turn into an ape, you'd laugh
If I were to turn into a star, you'd laugh**

If I were to turn into a pig, you'd laugh