Cleanse My Heart... Give Me The Ability

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

I'm Too Amused By The Way People Carry On To Give In To Despair.

Cleanse My Heart... Give Me The Ability To Rage Correctly

Every Luxury Was Lavished On You - Atheism, Breastfeeding, Circumcision.

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."