'We're all for sale! It's all for show!'....say men that hide and hoard and grow....from crooked soil where evil sows a seed that can outlast you....

Take what I have, I don't mind...for a quiet life....

We've seen princes elope, heard the death of a pope...and I'd ask 'What's for tea, babe?'...

There's a feeling out there of no more joking...want a nicotine buzz without smoking...want to feel a little love, without devotion...

It takes a mouse to walk into the trap...it takes a lion to say 'I give up!'...

Damn...that liberty to say 'live by the sword!'...won't get me out of here...

Guess I've got the old condition...and it's a young mans game, this life..

Time to bleach the truth of it...time to grease the palms...

The colour blue, the colour grey...thats the rainbow that I make...

I have a smile I can't get near..and a different kind of sadness that brought me here..

We'll fly with the pigs, and we'll sleep like a fire in the stable..

..that damn feeling was a thief, that we're grateful for the stealing...

You know me, can't complain...sugar coated brain!

You come back like a stray dog, saying 'come take the lead!'..walking straight to the dark side of me..

What circus is this? Where the lions are all out taming the kids to be hungry..

I'm a stranger here, conversations in the grass..and a howling at the moon..

..Welcome to the deep end, staring at the lighthouse..guess its where the past keeps ending up..

I've got jokes that I can trade..to get me out the numbers game..

Will we have a day quite as the memories say they were, if we always say ‘smile for the camera’?