Blow your brains out and do it right, make sure it's on prime time and on Saturday night.

In the end you become part of everything you hate, basically.

People take pictures of the Summer, just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to proved that it really existed.

To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.

Money's the solution, curing all the ails of the nation. But what about the hearts of man?

Tell the people what they want and decide what they need.

There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike, got to be a Superman to survive.