How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.