Friendly fire

(Written by Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe)

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 worshipping 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
And whatever
Dull or clever
Points they've scored
I have never
Oh no, never
Been ignored

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