| 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 mains | |
| 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 | |
| My love, my love's in vain | |
| My love | |
| Maybe an older woman will | |
| Show me a way to | |
| Ease those creases and | |
| Crave no reason 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 fuck your own mane | |
| Fame is your pain | |
| My love, my love's in vain | |
| My love |