Well just the other day
While alone in my room
I said to myself
I need something new
I’ve cut a new life slice
And feed the lions twice
And they’ll shake their manes in confusion
My love
My love’s in vain
My love
Put a bet on everything
It’ll come up fine
My fingers are crossed
And tapping in time
You got a pretty face
Such a pretty pretty face
You can brush your own mane
Fame is your pain
Maybe an older woman
Will show me a way
To ease those creases
And crave no reasons
‘Cause reasons are with gods
There’s a heaven within me
But we all shake our manes in confusion
Should I grab you by the collar
Or just go my way
With a knife between my clean white teeth
Don’t want your feather in my cap
Don’t care about that
You can brush your own mane
Fame is your pain
