Now I Know How Joan Of Arc

Sing Your Life; Any Fool Can Think Of Words That Rhyme.

Nothing Is Important, So People, Realising That, Should Get On With Their Lives, Go Mad, Take Their Clothes Off, Jump In The Canal, Jump Into One Of Those Supermarket Trolleys, Race Around The Supermarket And Steal Mars Bars And Kiss Kittens.

I Smoke 'cos I'm Hoping For An Early Death And I Need To Cling To Something.

I'm Capable Of Looking On The Bright Side. I Just Don't Do It Very Often.

The Smiths Was An Incredibly Personal Thing To Me. It Was Like Launching Your Own Diary To Music.