I'm not cheap, you understand, I'm just a cut price person in a low budget land.
What I try to do probably doesn't come out. What I've worked out what I do - I might not be right - is to do something very personal, and then suddenly I look at it, up in the air. I blow it up and look at it and then I come down again - a better man.
Taken everything I've got, all I've got's this sunny afternoon.
Terrorist bombers on the left, fascist plots on the right.
I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.
Better close your window tight or I might come in for a bite, I'm a sleep walker.