Heaven help the junkie He has made a grave mistake He became a prisoner Shootin' for the great escape Don't you point your finger Give the boy a break He thought he'd take a tiny taste And he would find the great escape From that same ol', same ol' It's the same old story Hey there, you cocky rock god What you so proud about? I wanna know Those loyal fans who eat you up They'll chew you up and spit you out Whoa, like a passing fancy You're bound to fade Big for awhile, and then out of style You are just the great escape From that same ol' (same ol'), same ol' Look at all the people Lookin' for the great escape Young folks, old folks going up the country They're headin' for a holiday Life ain't no picnic It ain't no piece of cake Listen to my music, people And help me make my great escape