How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

Too many temples where we could worship the beast.

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.