CORINA

Written by: Mick Box, Phil Lanzon & Bernie Shaw
Recorded live in Moscow December 1987, released on: 'Live In Moscow' 1988


You’re too vain, you’re insane
You think the world will stop turning
‘Cause you ain’t around

Blind eyes, cheap lines
You got the whole band playing
But you don’t hear the sound

Your venom pen will never poison me
I won’t be sticking round that long

Corina, what’s this talk of glory?
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain

Your fast cars, rock stars
You were seen at the party
But you weren’t even there

False name, the same game
Somebody’s minding your business
You don’t even care

You think it’s all some kind of circus ride
You think that someone’s keeping score

Corina, what’s this talk of glory?
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain

Corina, what’s this talk of glory?
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain

Corina, what’s this talk of glory?
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain