And the hookers sit down beside me
and I tell them about my scars
they show me their tits and caress
the scars
And we lay down in bed looking at the stars
not thinking about scars or jars or bars
and I think to myself: this is to be free
This is the life of a star but
then we go down again to the bar

And life is what it used to be
and I am just a drunk
and the hookers don’t care about me
any longer, they talk to other men
but I am still free when I drink my beer
out of a broken jar, making a new scar
on my favourite stool by the bar
while i hear the hookers cheer
and I order another beer
and the place empties out
but I am still there
I like to have the hookers near
And I love drinking beer

The fat one comes to me
and wants me to pay for one last shag
I don’t want to do it
but I do it anyway because I feel sorry for her
but I don’t come
Not until she called her friend with
big tits and beautiful face
But she does not want to fuck
She just stands there
So the fat hooker jerks me off while
I watch the beautiful hooker
who looks like a star and 
looks sad and call the bartender
to start closing the bar

I fall asleep in the fat hookers bed
and stay there all night
dreaming about new scars and new bars
lighting up by the old star