Time You Enjoy Wasting, Was

Only By Trying On Other People's Clothes Do We Find What Size We Are.

The Artist's Role Isn't To Tell People How To Feel, But Reflect.

I Really Thought That Love Would Save Us All.

Now, In The Sixties We Were Naive, Like Children. Everybody Went Back To Their Rooms And Said 'we Didn't Get A Wonderful World Of Just Flowers And Peace And Happy Chocolate, And It Won't Be Just Pretty And Beautiful All The Time,' And Just Like Babies Everyone Went Back To Their Rooms And Sulked. 'we're Going To Stay In Our Rooms And Play Rock And Roll And Not Do Anything Else, Because The World's A Nasty Horrible Place, Because It Didn't Give Us Everything We Cried For.' Right? Crying For It Wasn't Enough.

Tell The Truth And Make It Rhyme