If I Had A Gun, I'd Shoot

No Matter How Much You Sit There Twiddling, Going, 'we're All Doomed', At The End Of The Day People Will Always Want To Hear You Play Creep. Get Over It.

We Live A Dying Dream, If You Know What I Mean...

When We Started Off, We Wanted The Girls, The Cocaine, The Fur Coats. It Wasn't Like It Was An Act; It Was Almost Like Working-class People Winning The Pools. We Went Bananas.

There Was A Euphoria In The Music And The Way It Was Delivered, And, As The Crowds Started To Get Bigger, It Fed Off Itself Until It Became Less About The Band And More About Being With All Those People, Jumping Up And Down, Drunk To The Music.

I'm Embarrassed When I See Brits Abroad; They Have Their Tops Off, Wear Flip Flops, And Shout At The Top Of Their Voices.