Ray Velcoro: If you ever bully or hurt anybody again, I'll come back and butt fuck your father with your mom's headless corpse on this goddamn lawn.
Ray Velcoro: I used to want to be an astronaut. But astronauts don't even go to the moon anymore.
Frank Semyon: Never do anything out of hunger. Even eating.
Singer: This is my least favorite life The one where you fly and I don't A kiss holds a million deceits And a lifetime goes up in smoke This is my least favorite you Who floats far above earth and stone The nights that I twist on the rack Is the time that I feel most at home We're wandering in the shade And the rustle of fallen leaves A bird on the edge of a blade Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory The station pulls away from the train The blue pulls away from the sky The whisper of two broken wings May be they're yours, maybe they're mine This is my least favorite life The one where I am out of my mind The one where you are just out of reach The one where I stay and you fly I'm wandering in the shade And the rustle of fallen leaves A bird on the edge of the blade Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory.