I don&#39;t talk about success. I don&#39;t know what it is. Wait until I&#39;m dead.

No, I want to take you out back and beat your fucking head on the floor.

I remember my father checking on a mountain kid who hadn&#39;t been coming to school. My father had this beautiful Harris tweed overcoat. He came back with a knife cut all down one side. The parents had told him it was none of his business why their son wasn&#39;t going to school.

Really the only thing holding a lot of records together is the personality of the singer, and the will to write all of these different things.

Written By Elvis Costello

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