A Cork Screw To My Heart, Ever

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On

A Lot Of People From The Press Want To Talk To Me, But They Never Do.

The Only Thing I Knew How To Do Was To Keep On Keeping On

It's Not Important What Other People Call You. If You Yourself Know You're A Fake, That's Tougher To Live With.

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.