Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes, he never quite goes this low.

I smoke 'cos I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something.

And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.

You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.

I'm not very good at being dull.

I used to dream, and I used to vow; I wouldn't dream of it now.

Well, I'm a Catholic by birth and you can never shed it.