than I am now,

after spending 12 years living in the city.

It was really hard at first getting used to milking cows

and walking 12 miles to the nearest post office

but I thought there is light, life will be lighter but as unhappy as I was,

at least in the city, the rats were sympathetic.

Even all the goths are happier than me, I've had lupus progressing since '93.

Even Arsenal's early exit from the Champion's League

couldn't make me happy, I'm unhappy.

Even my kid's laughing bothers me,

Scott Mills' long employment on the BBC.

Even Arsenal's early exit

from the Champion's League couldn't make me happy,

I'm unhappy.

Even my kitten purring lovingly,

this modern renaissance of the ukelele.

Even Arsenal's early exit

from the Champion's League,

couldn't make me happy.

I'm unhappy!

A sea view, maybe that would make life okay but you'd just end up dying with the curtains

closed, watching television. It's just television

that's on all the time, so who

gives a fuck?