I'm Into The Girls Fancying Me And

There's No Rules. Show Me The Rule Book.

I Don't Like Jeans With Holes In 'em. I Like 'em Faded.

I Live For Now, Not For What Happens After I Die. I'm Going To Hell, Not Heaven. The Devil Has All The Good Gear. What's God Got? The Inspiral Carpets And Nuns.

I Need Them, Need Them To Give Me A Kick Up The Arse. Otherwise I'd Just Be Sat-in Getting Fat, Counting Me Money. It's Good People Living On Your Doorstep And Looking Through Your Bins. Gives You Energy.

That's What You Join A Band For, Is To Make Music. Not To Sit Around And Have Five Years Off. We're Not Getting Any Younger.