Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

It Was In San Diego And I Was Onstage And Couldn't Remember How To Play The Guitar Properly. I Was In Terrible Pain And My Nervous System Was Just Going Wild, Like Somebody Had Just Run A Car Over Me.

It's Sort Of What Jazz Would Be If It Stopped Being Snobby And What Rock Would Be If It Stopped Being Stupid.

The Man Who Sailed Around His Soul From East To West, From Pole To Pole With Ego As His Drunken Captain Greed, The Mutineer, Had Trapped All Reason In The Hold

My Parents, Especially My Mother, Were No Influence On Me Whatsoever.

And All The World Is Football-shaped It's Just For Me To Kick In Space And I Can See, Hear, Smell, Touch, Taste And I've Got One, Two, Three, Four, Five Senses Working Overtime Trying To Take This All In I've Got One, Two, Three, Four, Five Senses Working Overtime Trying To Taste The Difference 'tween A Lemon And A Lime Pain And Pleasure And The Church Bells Softly Chime.