Surviving, that's my plan.
The Christians to the lions sold out every night.
If you weren't naggin', honey, you'd be so sweet.
We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.
Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.
Educate us with your media machine, tell me what to dream.