Oh, shake, 'cause it's the only thing left
When we're stuck inside a room as dark as this
As dark as this
Steal someone's memories
Times like these only cost a dime in the movies
In the movies

Don't call me a martyr, don't call me a saint
'Cause when the going gets rough,
I just cover the walls with a new coat of paint

Murder never happens
In my neighborhood
It's just the constant scream of bitches
And the men who never understood
It's hard to watch them pray sometimes
'Cause I know no one can hear
Above all of this chatter
The city shouts into my ear

Don't call me a martyr, don't call me a saint
'Cause when the going gets rough,
I just cover the walls with a new coat of paint...

-- The Curtain Society, "Cover" (November, 1988) --