I’m no paragon of virtue, vice is too much fun I’m never being chased, yet I’m always on the run I’m lusting over here, and preening over there Everything is to excess, consumption everywhere Don’t be jealous of my ways, you know we’re all the same We leave the mess for someone else, and go on with our games There’s a question in your eyes, am I proud of what I’ve done? I don’t have time to think of that, I’m too busy having fun! I might leave you sad and broken, I might leave you mad and crazy I might care for you anotherRead More →