I´m not proud But I know that I´m sane Like a grouse Who´s resigned to the blade
If you doubt And you think I´m profane I´m in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain
My memories are all fables So I´m trying to get back to truth And if you think I am able Well, have I got some news for you I´m in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain
Hollywood Yes its always the same But it feels so damn good So I know I´ll be staying No I´m not on the foot I been trying to explain I´m in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain I´m in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain