Can´t seem to
loosen my grip
There´s no one in
sight.
And we´re
still making
love
But I
know what is wrong.
And I know what
is right.
And I´d
die for the
truth
Hold
on, hold
on, my
brother.
My
sister,
hold on
tight.
I´ll be
marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Loo
ked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And
the dealer wants you thinking
That it´s either black or white.
Thank G-d it´s not that simple
In My Secret Life.
I buy what I´m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
And my heart is like ice.
And it´s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.