An inspirational tirade against me   How to explain my life?   Girls to the left of me   Boys to the right of me   Neither husband nor wife      Though the days are filled with pain   There is no one who?ll explain   Why I?m coming under friendly fire   Shot in the fatal cause of rock and roll      But there?s no one, really no one   To say why I endure under Force Majeure   Slander without shame or tact   I, who studied make-up   Mime and Buddha who taught two generations to react      About me the critics lied   I ignored them and survived   In spite of coming under friendly fire   Shot in the fatal cause of rock and roll      But there's nothing, really nothing to deny   When I look back my eyes are filled with tears   Danger to mascara, applause to my peers      When fame sustained me and arenas acclaimed me   I floated through life on a cloud   Of love and insanity and pagan profanity   Before a worshiping crowd      Now my status is ill-defined   As an icon I?m inclined to be   Coming under friendly fire   Shot in the fatal cause of rock and roll      But whatever dull or clever   Points they?ve scored   I have never, oh no never   Been ignored