She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.