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