Don't Mourn, Organise

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

I'll Take The Shooting. I'm Used To That. I've Been Shot A Few Times In The Past, And I Guess I Can Stand It, Again.

The Blood Of A Redheaded Woman Is Three Degrees Cooler Than The Blood Of A Normal Woman. This Has Been Established By Medical Studies.

Well. That's Helpful. We'll Put An Apb Out On The Gingerbread Man. I'm Not Hopeful It'll Do Us Much Good, Though. Word On The Street Is You Can't Catch Him.

If The Workers Took A Notion They Could Stop All Speeding Trains; Every Ship Upon The Ocean They Can Tie With Mighty Chains.