Famous in a small town

You're famous in a small town,
With your boots up to your knees,
You've got the desire of every man,
But you've also got a disease.

The years on the streets,
Took their toll on you health,
But carry on, in that same old way,
Move across bedrooms with that same old stealth.

And paint your face up
Like it's your trademark.
But darling we all know,
That's getting it on in car parks.

Each step you take provokes a whisper,
But you like it that way.
With each skipped meal you get thinner,
And the pile mounts in your ashtray.

You're famous in a small town,
I think everybody would agree
You're famous in a small town,
But that's all you wanted to be.