I See Myself Rather Like An Old

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

Satan Rejected My Soul; As Low As He Goes, He Never Quite Goes This Low.

Whenever I Go Past Mcdonalds I Get Very, Very Angry.

My Childhood Is Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets. Streets To Define You And Streets To Confine You, With No Sign Of Motorway, Freeway Or Highway.

Bring Me The Head Of Elton John . . . Which Is One Instance In Which Meat Would Not Be Murder, If It Were Served On A Plate.