And Madonna, she still has not showedLady Madonna, children at your feet
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys in the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
Mark 8:12
Get about as oiled as a diesel trainFriday night
Sunday morning
Monday's child
Tuesday afternoon
Wednesday morning
Thursday night
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright, ooh
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday,
Saturday night's alright
Mark 3:00