I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.
Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you
I kinda live where I find myself.
You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.