People Don't Like Other Poor

I Wanted To Wear The Most Impenetrable Suit Of Armour Ever Known To Mankind. 'hello, Mr. Rotten...' You Can't Say Anything About Me. You Can't Put Me Down In Any Way Shape Or Form - I'm Rotten To The Core... You Know, What's Left For You? Pleasantries? I Suppose The Worst Insult You Could Sling My Way Is 'oh, He's Really Nice, Him.'

People Don't Like Other Poor People, And Rather Than Blame The People That Make You All Poor, You Blame Each Other.

Obama's Dense As A Doorbell; Not Much Going On Up There - It's A Wooden Top.

It's Quite Sad To See How Many People I've Known Over That Years That Just Die Off, You Know Like Wilted Flowers. Well, There's Something To Be Said For Flowers In The Dustbin.

Art Should Be Life. It's An Imitation Of Life. It Should Have Some Humanity In It.