Y'all know what gone-off garlic bread dipped in sour hobo-lovejuice taste like right? Well imagine that taste in your ears, cos thats what Ive to go through every time the fecking Magic Numbers come up with... and it's not even a case of them being relatively catchy or anything, I actually think the band are some annoying bastardized version of a 50s band that werent any good in the first place.
Oh and MCR
And yet you all have turned on the Bravery, cos the album was shiiiite. Weird, didnt stop anyone with the Killers...
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell,
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell.
Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream,
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing
I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise