A Clockwork Orange
Music always sort of sharpened me up. You were not put on this earth just to get in touch with God. So we cracked into him lovely, grinning all over our litsos, but he still went on singing. Then we tripped him so he laid down flat and heavy and a bucketload of beer-vomit came out whooshing out. That was disgusting so we gave him the boot, one go each, then it was blood, not song nor vomit, that came out of his filthy old rot. Then there was like quiet and we were full of like hate, so smashed what was left to be smashed. Music always sort of sharpened me up. You were not put on this earth just to get in touch with God. The attempt to impose upon man laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my sword-pen. Because what I do I do because I like to do. And then we started...