I don't even know if I exist offstage.
I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something.
Long hair is an unpardonable offense which should be punishable by death.
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
Popular music is slowly being laid to rest in every conceivable way... the ashes are already about us if we could but notice them.