Silver Madonna 49

Picture Madonna at forty-nine
Her tits have already started to sag
Everything has a price
Even beauty, even butterflies

You spend your day stuck on a pin
Part of somebody's private collection
You wish just once you could feast
On something more than this bread and butter kind of life

Baby you look great on your mother's silver
I wish I had a picture before it fades
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day
Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars
Seize the day, beauty fades away

Technicolor stereosound
Magnified larger than life
The radio and television
Bring you closer to God, but it's not religion
You wake up in the morning to find
You're cut up like a Frankenstein
A cow for lips and saucers for eyes
Celluloid cellulife

Baby you look great on your mother's silver
I wish I had a picture before it fades
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day
Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars
Seize the day, beauty fades away

Baby you look great on your mother's silver
I wish I had a picture before it fades
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day
Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars
Seize the day, beauty fades away

Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars
Seize the day, beauty fades away