I'm An Elvis Fan Because It Was

It Doesn't Matter How Long My Hair Is Or What Colour My Skin Is Or Whether I'm A Woman Or A Man.

I Think It's False, Shallow, To Be Giving To Others When Your Own Need Is Great. The Idea Is Not To Comfort People, Not To Make Them Feel Better But To Make Them Feel Worse, To Constantly Put Before Them The Degradations And Humiliations They Go Through To Get What They Call A Living Wage.

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

My Original Idea For The Cover Was Better - Decapitate Paul - But He Wouldn't Go Along With It.

The Postman Wants An Autograph. The Cab Driver Wants A Picture. The Waitress Wants A Handshake. Everyone Wants A Piece Of You.