They Hit You At School, They Hate

I Used To Say To My Auntie, 'you Throw My Fu*kin' Poetry Out, And You'll Regret It When I'm Famous,' And She Threw The Bast*rd Stuff Out. I Never Forgave Her For Not Treating Me Like A Fu*kin' Genius Or Whatever I Was When I Was A Child.

I've Got Used To The Fact -​ Just About -​ That Whatever I Do Is Going To Be Compared To The Other Beatles. If I Took Up Ballet Dancing, My Ballet Dancing Would Be Compared With Paul (mccartney)'s Bowling.

We Are All Christ And Hitler. Yoko And I Want Christ To Win.

You're Jeans Are Full Of Crap. You're Full Of Beans, You're In You Teens. You've Lost Your Mama's Road Map.

It's Alright All Of Us All Living Saying 'oh Well There's Enough Of Us So We Won't Have Anymore, Don't Let Anybody Else Live.' I Don't Believe In That.