Prologue: That would be too Guns N' Roses

I don't care if you like me, I hate you

A greasy-haired little rebellious kid

We were just concerned with fucking around

That's my brother Chris. He listens to punk rock.

These guys were from Aberdeen

Everything's gettin' all radical

These guys are going to be bigger than The Beatles!

"Are you hungry?" "Yes"

Verse, chorus, verse, chorus, solo, bad solo

It felt as if we couldn't be stopped

It is now time to make it unclear

A cross-format phenomenon

Slam-dancing with Mr. Brownstone

All we did was cry

Three nice, decent, clean-cut young men

It's anger. It's death. And absolute total bliss

Things that piss me off

The grown-ups don't like it

A sad little sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces-Jesus man

Epilogue: a dark constellation.