Tim Minchin

Fuck me Sam, what are the odds that of history’s endless parade of gods,
That the god that you just happen to be taught to believe in is the actual one and he digs on healing,
But not the AIDS-ridden African nations, nor the victims of the plague nor the flood addled Asians,
But healthy, privately-insured Australians, with common and curable corneal degenerations?

Life is like an ocean voyage and our bodies are the ships.
And without a moral compass we would all be cast adrift.

Remember, boy, that music is like love-making.
it’s simply self-indulgent to take it past three minutes.