She's Filing Her Nails While They Are

And I Don't Feel Any Form Of Music Is Beyond Me In The Sense Of That I Don't Understand It Or I Don't Have Some Love For Some Part Of It.

Cause Somewhere In The Quizling Clinic, There's A Shorthand Typist Taking Seconds Over Minutes.

It's A Dangerous Game That Comedy Plays. Sometimes It Tells You The Truth; Sometimes It Delays It.

I Woke Up And One Of Us Was Crying.

Don't Start Me Talking, I Could Talk All Night. My Mind Goes Sleepwalking While I'm Putting The World Right.