Changed

Once I was frank. Now people call me Jake,
The bastard dotard in a leotard
(I have it printed on a plastic card),
A joker and an unrepentant rake,
Complacent when compared to a dead snake.
I do fight dirty, but I don't fight hard
(My body's clean, now, but my soul is marred —
I've been living in Hell, for heaven's sake).

It's a mistake to think you could change me:
You'll shake and quake until you feel quite ill,
Not faking, waking up, taking a pill,
And seeing me more realistically:
Forsaking goodness, scarred as I can be,
I left my pure heart on an outdoor grill.