In your heart there is innocence waiting to be free.
Comfort the weak and feel the poor. What on earth do we need government for?
We are the Draft Beer Preservation Society.
They filled us full of false illusions and promiscuity, and they led us down that class-less road of mediocrity.
Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.