I Love Being Manipulated By What I

I Don't Feel I'm Thrown Around By The Winds Of Taste And Fashion.

Into The Mercy Seat I Climb My Head Is Shaved, My Head Is Wired And Like A Moth That Tries To Enter The Bright Eye I Go Shuffling Out Of Life Just To Hide In Death Awhile And Anyway I Never Lied.

You Searched Through All My Poets, From Sappho Through To Auden, I Saw The Book Fall From Your Hands, As You Slowly Died Of Boredom.

There's That Kind Of Song, "whoah Baby, I Love You," Which Doesn't Have A Visual Element, But A Very Strong Emotional Element, And These Are The Great Songs To Me - Those Ones That You Put Them On And They Just Make You Feel Great, Or Whatever.

As Australians, We See The Law As Inherently Bad. We Have A Real Inherent Distaste For Authority In Our Makeup.