When You Think About It, Most Of

The Mad Sometimes Drilled Holes In Their Own Heads To Let The Demons Out. To Relieve The Pressure Of Thoughts They Could No Longer Bear. Jude Understood The Impulse. Each Beat Of His Heart Was A Fresh And Staggering Blow Felt In The Nerves Behind His Eyes And In His Temples. Punishing Evidence Of Life.

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

Don't Mourn, Organise

We'll Have Freedom, Love And Health/when The Grand Red Flag Is Flying, In The Workers' Commonwealth.

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.