All alone I sit at home with my chrome guitar
Even Michael Mouse, he has a house with someone there.
You handsome bitch, you movie twitch and serenade
The dudes that move and smile so vile and masquerade,
They masquerade.
An adjacent kid with a Jamaican lid and a switch-blade knife,
Steals the truth from your golden tooth then he turns you in.
So you hold hands tight on a marble night and may be dismissed,
But know that Zeus is never loose with his Grecian kiss,
His Grecian kiss.
Fiery skies in children eyes fade into youth
Bleeding blood and tears on all the ears, that heard your gold.
So you walk the dog and you stroll the fog on a dome sky earth,
And lie too hard as an English bard, you better hide your tracks.
Better watch your mind.
(Do it to me baby, now!)
This one I believe is about Marc naturally doing what he does best (rocking), and still not having anyone to cheer for him. Yet someone else, such as "Michael Mouse" goes around humoring and enticing the crowd by giving them whatever they want from him so they go for him. Basically about those other fake musicians I believe who really have no talent or love for their music but do what they think will give them sales.