I Find Words Really Hard.

Americans Want Grungy People, Stabbing Themselves In The Head On Stage. They Get A Bright Bunch Like Us, With Deodorant On, They Don't Get It. I'm 24 Years Old, I've Got A Load A Money, What Am I Gonna Do, Sit At Home And Twiddle Me Thumbs? No. I'm Gonna Go Out And 'ave It.

I Suppose I Do Get Sad, But Not For Too Long. I Just Look In The Mirror And Go, 'what A F***ing Good-looking F*** You Are.' And Then I Brighten Up.

I'll Never Have A Stylist.

Not Everyone Can Say, 'i'm Going To Write A Classic Today.' If That Was The Case, We'd All Be Doing It.

Every Time I Look In The Mirror, God Looks Back.