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