I really hope you're right.
I really hope you're right.
"But what can a poor boy do,
'cept to sing for a rock n' roll band..."
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.