You better shut your mouth
Hold your breath
Kiss me now you'll catch my death
I mean it...
-Natalie Merchant, My Skin

Well, I've walked these streets
In a spectacle of wealth and poverty
In the diamond markets the scarlet welcome carpet
That they just rolled out for me

And I've walked these streets
In the madhouse asylum they can be
Where a wild-eyed misfit prophet
On a traffic island stopped and he raved of saving me

-Natalie Merchant, Carnival