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. 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. 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 reasons. 'Cause reasons are with gods. There's a heaven within me. But we all shake our manes in confusion. My love my love's in vain my love. My love my love's in vain my love. 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. My love my love's in vain my love.