I Can Smell Burning Flesh... And I

Sing Your Life; Any Fool Can Think Of Words That Rhyme.

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.

Madonna Reinforces Everything Absurd And Offensive. Desperate Womanhood. Madonna Is Closer To Organized Prostitution Than Anything Else.

America Is Not The World.

People Like Me Prove That You Can Survive Without Romance, Even Though You End Up A Bit Unbalanced And You Tend To Argue With Your Own Reflection.