I'm A Fine Artist Working In A

A Few Drinks Later You're Not So Choosy When The Closing Lights Strip Off The Shadows On This Strange New Flesh You've Found.

Just Before Our Love Got Lost You Said "i Am As Constant As A Northern Star" And I Said, Constantly In The Darkness, Where's That At? If You Want Me I'll Be In The Bar.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

Happiness Is The Best Facelift.