He Drove Me Home In The Van,

This World, I Am Afraid, Is Designed For Crashing Bores.

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.

When They Bury Me In A Church And Chuck Earth On My Grave, I'd Like The Words 'well, At Least He Tried' Engraved On My Tombstone.

I Don't Think I've Ever Made A Conscious Effort To Alter The Sound. I Don't See The Point. I Have To Remain True To How I Sing. I'm Perfectly Happy With What I Am. Whatever That Is.

Why Pamper Life's Complexities When The Leather Runs Smooth On The Passenger Seat?