West Down Ventura

Fame once made a martyr of me,

My Courtney Love Years now since past;

Black centuries undone in spree

And the pain of “Dreams” and “Would Be”

Were for me lines in roles miscast.

Fame once made a martyr of me,

When on dotted lines I agreed

To be exposed for the amassed

Black centuries undone in spree.

Royalties of dust and debris

Were given to me when I asked.

Fame once made a martyr of me,

And I made of it my Plan “B”

Which I used to get out at last;

Black centuries undone in spree.

Now I’m très petite bourgeoisie

Penning poems about days très passed.

Fame once made a martyr of me,

Black centuries undone in spree.