Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One day that I'd walk amongst you regular civilians
Been wanting my cake, I need it too, wanting it both ways
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
'Cause the very things that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
Straw in the gold chump I will spend Rumpelstiltskin in a hay stack