The tyranny of good intentions Today I must declare; That War is prosperous piece is boring And life just isn’t fair Greetings and salutations Scratched on cruise missiles
The style of the infantile Remember when you played dead in the bath To fall for it once was cruel But to fall twice – Oh, well - that’s the style of the infantile
The Ironical Chronicles Nostalgia is in demand Only In hindsight does life seem fated Saw a face I used to like, saw a School That I once hated Traced the lines back across my hand