"High on diesel and gasoline,
psycho for drum machine
shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides,
in your dad's suits you hide
staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22,
psycho for sex and glue
lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill,
got too much time to kill
get into bands and gangs,

Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones"

- Suede

lalalalala. what if i don't like you because you're so excessively happy & deliriously mad! we should all be completely rational and sit down and talk about it like grown men do, only then will you know all the love i have for you.

break my heart baby like the little glass cherry from the ornamental shelf in the monumental room.

and while you're at it baby just scream at everybody and drift your brain away to some blue lagoon.