Friendly Fire Songtext

von Frances Barber

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, 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

But whatever dull or clever points they've scored
I have never, oh no never, been ignored