Everyday Is Like Sunday Everyday Is Silent

Because Enough Is Too Much! And Look Around ...can You Blame Us?!

I Have Seen One Or Two Psychiatrists. They Just Sit And Nod And Doodle.

Again, I Lay Awake, And I Cried Because Of Waste.

Denmark Is Sadly A Hellish Place If You Happen To Be A Pig, But The Brioche And Fruits That Tower On The Table Before Me Have Me Hastily Attaching A Feedbag.

I Wear Black On The Outside 'cause Black Is How I Feel On The Inside.