There Are Policemen In The Street And

There Is Nothing As Boring As The Truth.

I Carry Death In My Left Pocket. Sometimes I Take It Out And Talk To It: "hello, Baby, How You Doing? When You Coming For Me? I'll Be Ready.

Like The Fox I Run With The Hunted And If I’m Not The Happiest Man On Earth I’m Surely The Luckiest Man Alive.

You Fall Into The Mirror, Come Through The Other Side Staring At A Lightbulb.

But She Projected Vitality - You Knew That She Was There.