Dorothy chased her rainbow
Judy faced the rain
While demons dressed like
wizards whispered only one refrain
She tried to resist them
They were just too strong
Now Judy is a ghost who
lives in celluloid and song
And the legacy runs from
needles to guns
And no one's immune to the
pain
From Marilyn to River Phoenix
From Elvis to Kurt Cobain
Some fall to the bottle
Crawl inside to cope
But they seem bound to drain
it down to their last ounce of hope
All of us need crutches
Just to stumble through
There's some who find the
sturdy kind - and some who never do
And the legacy runs from
needles to guns
And no one's immune to the
pain
From Marilyn to River Phoenix
From Elvis to Kurt Cobain
Maybe they were victims
Of that star machine
Or maybe they just gave
away their souls to reach their dreams
Well, everyone's a critic
Even death gets judged
But fingerprints ain't evidence
of nothing when they're smudged
And the legacy flows from
heroes to those
Who've never known fortune
or fame
From Hemingway to Jimi Hendrix
From Janis to what's-her-name
Dorothy chased her rainbow
Judy chased her pain
Like Marilyn and River Phoenix
Like Elvis and Kurt Cobain |
