I don't want to tell you, and you don't want to hear it. I'm sick of all this pantomiming, build idol, revere it. Tear it down and start again, always the beginning. Would it matter if I didn't play or would you still be winning?
You can ask all kinds of questions with a smile on your face. The smile's not quite strong enough though, it's burnt out, please replace. It's like a faded quilt where the stitches won't stay down. And I feel like a circus; the whole world is a clown.