Waxiest Lyricals
What I'd pen on the outhouse wall...with correction fluid, no less.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Good advice for the pessimist
And I think you need
To stop following Misery's lead
- Anna Nalick, "Shine"
Thursday, 27 October 2011
A more accurate description of clergy I have yet to come across
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows
- Sting, "All This Time"
Monday, 10 October 2011
Of COURSE It Was Her Fault!
How could you trust your private eyes, girl?
That's why you don't believe my lies
- "Shut Up", Black Eyed Peas
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