It’s not that I’m rebelling. It’s that I’m just trying to find another way.
"Queen Mary, she’s my friend.
Yes I believe I’ll go see her again.
Nobody has to guess that baby can’t be blessed
'Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamines, and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman.
She makes love just like a woman.
And then she aches just like a woman.
But she breaks just like a little girl.”