Darling child I list these things to you. I always hated kneeling, bowing, nose to pew. I am selfish, proud and lazy – I never fit in well with all your grazing flock, under sunshine. I don’t want you to watch, watch me worsen, until I am talked about in the third person. I’m a man, I mean I’m nothing more: blood and bones and flesh and organs. I’m a thief, I stole myself away. All that I can leave you with is all this stuff to take away the bad taste. I don’t want you to watch, watch me worsen, until I am talked about in the third person. I don’t want you to watch, watch me worsen, until I am talked about in the third person.