I Like Surfers. Their Imagery, It's Great.

You Make Alterations, Affecting Your Pose, A New House, A New Car, A New Job, A New Nose.

Everything Is Reduced To What's Physical In The End, Because It's The Filth Inside People's Minds That Creates All The Evil. What Is A Body, Anyway? I Suppose You've Got To Abuse Your Body To Understand It. If You're Not Prepared To Humiliate Yourself In Order To Give Somebody Else A Moment's Pleasure, I Don't Believe That You've Actually Lived.

Feelin' Guilty, Feelin' Scared, Hidden Cameras Everywhere.

You Don't Have To Be A Genius To Find The Hidden Potential Deep In Your Mind.

I Met Her In A Club Down In North Soho, Where You Drink Champagne And It Tastes Just Like Coca-cola.