in the last two weeks i 've been arrested , i 've lost my fiancee and my job , i 've watched my semi-imaginary brother get eaten by a wall of birds in piccadilly circus , i 've flown back and forth across the atlantic like some kind of lunatic transatlantic ping-pong ball , and today i got up in front of an audience and i , and i sang because my psycho ex-boss had a gun barrel against the stomach of the girl i 'm having dinner with .