Elvis Presley And Puccini Shall Return.

Cause Somewhere In The Quizling Clinic, There's A Shorthand Typist Taking Seconds Over Minutes.

Turn Up The Tv. No One Listening Will Suspect, Even Your Mother Won't Detect It, No Your Father Won't Know. They Think That I've Got No Respect But Everything Means Less Than Zero.

I'm Just The Mere Shadow Of My Former Selfishness. I Crave The Silhouette Of Your Kiss.

Don't Try To Touch My Heart, It's Darker Than You Think. And Don't Try To Read My Mind, Because It's Full Of Disappearing Ink.

There Is Something Wrong With You If You Don't Get Angry About Something.