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You listen along, you think first, oh it's this straightforward rock fantasy, and then, oh it's actually a parody of a rock fantasy, and then oh it's actually a critique and rejection of a rock fantasy, woah!

And you might think "oh what a sophomoric idea" well these guys were literally sophomores, so appreciate the level of cleverness for what it is, and also, it's a rock band, let's not pretend standards aren't a lil lower, if your melodies and production bang
Not just that, but the critique/parody of rockstar excess is sympathetic and scathing simultaneously—hard act to pull off:

Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

It suggests that the sex'drugs'rock'n'roll is not just infantile but the result of a traumatic separation from the family structure, and a desire to return to that context of love/meaningness through wireheading (drug abuse):

I'll miss the playgrounds
And the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother
And the weight of the world
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew

And as a result of this infantile regression, the adult denies their own children the chance for a loving home:

Let's make some music, make some money
Find some models for wives
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course