I Find Shoes Difficult To

Whenever I Go Past Mcdonalds I Get Very, Very Angry.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

Satan Rejected My Soul; As Low As He Goes, He Never Quite Goes This Low.

Denmark Is Sadly A Hellish Place If You Happen To Be A Pig, But The Brioche And Fruits That Tower On The Table Before Me Have Me Hastily Attaching A Feedbag.

You Made Me Feel Less Alone; You Made Me Feel Not Quite So Deformed, Uninformed And Hunchbacked.