Scoundrel Days.
Bad Times. Scoundrel Days. It is so difficult when you know they are much worse than you but you seem to be the only one to see it. Empty, empty, empty heads. They can't talk. They do talk. They never speak. I'm going to go crazy one of these days. And they'll find me - oh I don't know what will happen to me. I listened to ABBA and every word seemed to cut in like a burning brand oh unhappiness [ oooooooo - here I go lyrical... well add that to the arsenal you have against me]. Well I'm mild. I cold. But I'm not as cold as they are.