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.
Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.
You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.
The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode
Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.