Frankly, Mr Shankly, I’m a sickening wreck / I’ve got the 21st century breathing down my neck… Fame, fame, fatal fame / It can play hideous tricks on the brain / But still I’d rather be famous than righteous or holy.
Frankly, Mr Shankly
Frankly, Mr Shankly, I’m a sickening wreck / I’ve got the 21st century breathing down my neck… Fame, fame, fatal fame / It can play hideous tricks on the brain / But still I’d rather be famous than righteous or holy.