This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

So the life I have made May seem wrong to you But, I've never been surer It's my life to ruin My own way.

Nothing is important, so people, realising that, should get on with their lives, go mad, take their clothes off, jump in the canal, jump into one of those supermarket trolleys, race around the supermarket and steal Mars bars and kiss kittens.

I just feel that when all is said and done, I am not insane.

Sometimes I wish I was just a simple drunkard.

I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

Boot the grime of this world in the crotch dear.