I would like to live in Sweden. When my work is done. Where the snow lies crisp and even. 'Neath the midnight sun. Safe and clean and green and modern.
I was born in Londonderry. I was born in Derry City too. Oh what a special child. To see such things and still to smile. I knew that there was something wrong.
Pale, pubescent beasts. Roam through the streets. And coffee shops. Their prey gather in herds. Of stiff knee-length skirts. And white ankle socks. But while they search for a mate.