I Wear Black On The

Well, I'm A Catholic By Birth And You Can Never Shed It.

In England, Pop Music Seems Now To Be Exclusively For Children. If An Artist Is No Good, Why Is It Necessary To Have That Artist Repeatedly Rammed In Our Face?

These Tears I'm Wailing, I Spill Not Without Reason. Remove Them, My Dearest Love. Take Me To The Place I've Been Dreaming Of, Where The Grotesquely Lonely Meet The Grotesquely Lonely And They Whisper, Just Very Softly, Please Be Mine, Dearest Love.

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get; You're Wasting Your Time.

I Smoke 'cos I'm Hoping For An Early Death And I Need To Cling To Something.