In spite of the world disintegrating around me, its the little things that drive me crazy. If I had a heart, or a brain, I’ld be be outside a Tube station, with a megaphone in my hand.
In spite of your heart, I think. Alas, poor heart!
If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours;
for I will never love that which my friend hates.
Anyone who’s ever had a heart
Wouldn’t turn around and break it
I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest
It’s easier and better
To just beat it from the chest