I know you think you deserve an explanation. of the meanings of life. But what you think that you heard. Slipped away out the back of your mind. You'll get your mucky fingers burned. You'll get your truth from the lies you were learned. When all your plastic believers will leave us they won't return. And when you look in that mirror and. You're tying up your buttons and bows. And as you face your disease. You can squeeze into the emperor's clothes. You found your God in a paperback. You get your history for the Union Jack. When all your brothers and sisters have gone. And they won't come back. I'm fed up with life in the city. All the phoneys have blown my mind. When I'm gone you look like you'd miss me. So come along with me. But don't ask why. 'Cause it's all mine. It's all mine!!. It's all mine!!. It's all mine!!. . (corvo)