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An inspirational tirade against me
How to explain my life?
Boys to the left of me girls
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 nothing, really nothing, 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 I have 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
