Cocaine Diana
Kid Loco Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
Pulling nails out of my head
Lucy's on my shoulder
Talking like she owns the dead
so you wanna be my soldier
And to ride your own shooting star
I'll see you on your back in twelve boy
in three you get your snow white sandbox
Chariot and golden fleece
Give 'em anything thatíll make 'em scream
To a funky pumping beat
in six you're up to sugar daddy
The mansion full of beautiful girls
In nine you're the new messiah
Playing Messaline on fire
in twelve it's not a pretty sight
And she's nowhere to be seen
I could come around a full moon later
But I was never much of a waiter
so I'm off to dedicate my life
To the death of rock ën roll
no-one gets their money back
And I just keep my soul
thank you very much
The lyrics to Kid Loco's song "Cocaine Diana" is a commentary on the destructive nature of drug addiction and fame. The singer is looking in the mirror of his bedsit bathroom, pulling nails out of his head, highlighting the mental and physical tolls of drug use. Meanwhile, Lucy, presumably a metaphor for addiction, is on his shoulder, speaking as if she owns the dead, representing the idea that addiction can lead to a spiritual death.
The singer then talks to a potential young fan who wants to be a soldier and ride his own "shooting star." He offers to take him on a journey from three (representing the age at which people start experimenting with drugs) to twelve (representing the peak of addiction). The singer describes the various stages of addiction, from the initial high to the eventual downfall, where the person is "nowhere to be seen."
Towards the end of the song, the singer decides to dedicate his life to the death of rock 'n' roll because he understands its contribution to his addiction. He acknowledges that no one gets their money back from addiction, and he has just kept his soul.
Overall, the song can be seen as a cautionary tale about the dangers of drug addiction and fame.
Line by Line Meaning
Mirror in my bedsit bathroom
I am staring at myself in the mirror in the small bathroom of my apartment.
Pulling nails out of my head
I am trying to get rid of the pain and the negative thoughts in my mind.
Lucy's on my shoulder
I am haunted by my past and my decisions.
Talking like she owns the dead
My past is constantly reminding me of my mistakes and the regrets I have.
so you wanna be my soldier
You want to be part of my life and support me.
And to ride your own shooting star
You want to be successful and achieve your dreams.
I'll see you on your back in twelve boy
You will eventually suffer the consequences of your actions.
And I'll fly you where the moon is dark
I will take you to a dark and dangerous place.
in three you get your snow white sandbox
You will start by experimenting with drugs like cocaine.
Chariot and golden fleece
You will get involved with luxury and expensive pleasures.
Give 'em anything thatíll make 'em scream
You will do whatever it takes to be accepted and to feel alive.
To a funky pumping beat
You will find escape and excitement in music and parties.
in six you're up to sugar daddy
You will become affluent and able to provide for others in exchange for favors.
The mansion full of beautiful girls
You will have access to an extravagant lifestyle and people who will admire you for it.
In nine you're the new messiah
You will become a role model for others, but with selfish motives.
Playing Messaline on fire
You will be living recklessly and destructively.
in twelve it's not a pretty sight
Eventually, your addiction and lifestyle will catch up with you.
And she's nowhere to be seen
Your past, represented by Lucy, will abandon you when you need her the most.
I could come around a full moon later
I may try to help you later, but it will be too late.
But I was never much of a waiter
I don't have the patience to wait for you to hit rock bottom before I offer help.
so I'm off to dedicate my life
I have decided to devote my life to a cause.
To the death of rock ën roll
I am determined to abolish the superficiality and emptiness of the entertainment industry.
no-one gets their money back
The price of drugs and excess is irreversible.
And I just keep my soul
I choose to keep my integrity and morals intact, regardless of the temptation and distractions around me.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Jean Prieur, Timothy Keegan
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@juankilombo6347
simple y perfecta
@tassoskatsoularis6201
Nice song!!
@iChoricci
#RLY💰⚡️💰
@JH-kk6km
Same chords as Ramble On entry :)