I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.

I Try To Take Care And Be Gentle To Them. Words And Eggs Must Be Handled With Care. Once Broken They Are Impossible Things To Repair.

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

What's Missing Is The Eyeballs In Each Of Us, But It Doesn't Matter Because You've Got The Bucks, The Bucks, The Bucks.