A Freudian nightmare.
You’re not singing any more.
Never tear us apart
School’s out for summer; school’s out for ever
Around the world in eighty stays
Pussy by name, pussy by nature.
Apocalypse now.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
He had always believed in the black dog.
There’s never a pair around when you need them. Five stories of lives, cut short.
Out of the mouths of babes.
