She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet.

Morrissey writes wonderful song titles, but sadly he often forgets to write the song.

When they finally put you in the ground, I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down.

You've got a chemistry class; I want a piece of your mind; You don't know what you started when you mixed it up with mine.

Sometimes I write notes that I have difficulty singing.

The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.

When in doubt, play track 4 - it is usually the one you want.