Poor, poor pitiful me, Suzie Lightning, wanted dead or alive. My shit's all fucked up. I was in the house when the house burned down -you're a whole different person when you're scared! The long arm of the law, down in the mall, Transverse City - trouble waiting to happen. "Join me in LA". Model citizen, mama couldn't be persuaded down the path. A hitch-hikin' woman, travelling in the lightning, I have to leave Veracruz.

Yesterday, she came in though the bathroom window. The night before, I saw her standing there. Michelle, girl, I want to tell you – baby, it’s you. I’ve got a feeling I need you – hold me tight.

I will drive my car –the long and winding road. When I get home – it won’t be long – something sexy! Sadie – she's a woman. Why don’t we do it in the road? I’m down, a taste of honey – please please me! Twist and shout – come together, because this boy: long, long, long. It’s all too much – not a second time.

I’m so tired - good night.

Here comes the sun - good morning, good morning, Martha, my dear.

I should have known better – I call your name: another girl.

She’s leaving home; I’m a loser - misery.

The End

'Stop me if you think you've hear this one before. This charming man, handsome devil. Never had no one ever. Heaven knows I'm miserable now. Last night I dreamt somebody loved me. Panic! This night has opened my eyes. Please please please let me get what I want.'

'William it was really nothing. These things take time. Ask! Stretch out and wait'

'What difference does it make?'

William, it was really nothing; what difference does it make? I know it's over (but) this night has opened my eyes. Heaven knows I'm miserable now, (I was a) sweet and tender hooligan, unlovable. When this charming man- Vicar in a Tutu from London said The Queen is Dead: Pretty Girls Make Graves.

Well, I wonder if meat is murder, or if barbarism begins at home, (but I had)death at one's elbow (stood outside the) cemetery gates. Frankly Mr Shankly, the boy with the thorn in his side is still ill. (But with my) girlfriend in a coma, (I'm) half a person, although last night I dreamt somebody loved me.

Shelia take a bow, you've got everything now, you just haven't earned it yet baby. Some girls are bigger than others!

She's like heroin to me. Cocaine. (but) Love is the drug.On Tuesdays she used to do yoga...Tuesday afternoon. Eleanor.Lady Eleanor. Happy together? Queen of my soul...My my, heh heh. She's gone. Who's sorry now?. She! Freebird? Betcha by golly wow. Cigarettes and alcohol?Somebodys gonna get their head kicked in tonight. My love lives in a dead house. Indiana wants me.