If You Don't Have Fun, You Don't

What A Miserable Thing Life Is: You're In Clover; Only The Clover Isn't Good Enough.

Whenever There Are Great Virtues, It's A Sure Sign Something's Wrong.

On Thinking About Hell, I Gather My Brother Shelley Found It Was A Place Much Like The City Of London. I Who Live In Los Angeles And Not In London Find, On Thinking About Hell, That It Must Be Still More Like Los Angeles.

The Shrill Voices Of Those Who Give Orders Are Full Of Fear Like The Squeakings Of Piglets Awaiting The Butcher's Knife, As Their Fat Arses Sweat With Anxiety In Their Office Chairs.... Fear Rules Not Only Those Who Are Ruled, But The Rulers Too.

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.