In the Arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain

I'm not proud But I know that I'm sane Like a grouse Who's resigned to the blade If you doubt And you think that I'm profane I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain My memories are all fables So I'm trying to get at the truth And if you think I'm able Well, I have got some news for you I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain Hollywood Yes, it's always the same But it feels so damn good So I know I'll be staying No, I'm not underfoot I've been trying to explain I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain I'm in the arms of Mrs. Mark of Cain