But Beautiful

Beautiful South Choke I Hate You (But You're Interesting) Tables turned over and curtains ripped Bottles uncollected, collected here Nothing seems to shine like these razor edges do It's a crazy little world without you I went to see a doctor and she said 'Yes, go abead' 'Throw yourself into the sea' I wrote a will for my friends And this is how it read 'Me, me, me, me, me, me, me' No friends, everything for me, me, me No friends, just me, just me Fleet Street was a very funny place Home to the mad and the corrupt What would you say if I told you today I'd made mis whole story up? I made this whole story up