What, smoking after sex not Zen enough for you? We gotta rewrite "The Art of War", too?

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

If planting bombs net enough, what can you do? You become bomb.

He's fucked in the head, the world's fucked in the head - and you're fucked in the head 'cause MY fucked up head is inside it.
Guess if you want to save the world, that's the first step - get fucked in the head.

The wider the smile, the bigger the lies.