Blow Your Brains Out And Do It

We're Out Of Control On This Loony Balloon, Barely Missing The Other Planets And Stars.

Put All The Pervs In Jail, Bring Back The Birch And Cat-o-nine Tails.

Those Three Chords Were Part Of My Life - G, F, Bb - Yeh, It Is, It Is, And I Can't Help Noticing It. But There Have Been Other Things Nearly As Close To It Which People Haven't Noticed, Other Things We Have Done.

The Intellectual Controls The Spiritual, The Animal Respects The Natural.

The King Is Dead, Rock Is Done. You Might Be Through, But I've Just Begun.