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 wifeThough the days are filled with pain
There is no one wholl explain
Why Im coming under friendly fire
Shot in the fatal cause of rock and rollBut theres 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 reactAbout me the critics lied
I ignored them and survived
In spite of coming under friendly fire
Shot in the fatal cause of rock and rollBut there's nothing, really nothing to deny
When I look back my eyes are filled with tears
Danger to mascara, applause to my peersWhen fame sustained me and arenas acclaimed me
I floated through life on a cloud
Of love and insanity and pagan profanity
Before a worshiping crowdNow my status is ill-defined
As an icon Im inclined to be
Coming under friendly fire
Shot in the fatal cause of rock and rollBut whatever dull or clever
Points theyve scored
I have never, oh no never
Been ignored