An inspirational tirade against me
How to explain my life?
Girls to the left of me
Boys to the right of me
neither husband nor wife
Though the days are filled with pain
there is no one who’ll explain
why I’m coming under friendly fire
shot in the fatal cause of rock-and-roll
but there’s no one, really no one,
to say
Why I endure under force majeure
slander without shame or tact
I who studied make-up
mime and Buddha who taught two generations to react About me the critics lied
I ignored them
and survived in spite of
coming under friendly fire
shot in the fatal cause of rock-and-roll
but there's nothing, really nothing to deny
When I look back my eyes are filled with tears
Danger to mascara, applause to my peers
When fame sustained me
and arenas acclaimed me
I floated through life in a cloud
of love and insanity
and pagan profanity
before a worshipping crowd
Now my status is ill-defined
As an icon I’m inclined to be
coming under friendly fire
shot in the fatal cause of rock-and-roll
but whatever
dull or clever
points they’ve scored
I have never
oh no never, been ignored
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