In Your Fear, Seek Only

My Father Worked For A Children's Home Called Dr. Barnardo's Homes. They're A Charity.

I Heard The News Today, Oh Boy.

Once You Lose That Sense Of Wonder At Being Alive, You're Pretty Much On The Way Out.

I'm A Phallus In Pigtails, And There's Blood On My Nose, And My Tissue Is Rotting Where The Rats Chew My Bones. And My Eye Sockets Empty, See Nothing But Pain, I Keep Having This Brainstorm About Twelve Times A Day.

I'm Not A Natural Performer. I Don't Like Performing Very Much.