I can't stop listening to it. It's easily the worst fucking song ever devised, but it's hypnotic as shit, guy. I was gonna review it for my first DAREtube blog tomorrow, but I'm damned if I can form an opinion on it. Is it wrong that I downloaded the MP3? If so, does anyone know a reasonable and preferably castrated bishop who can cleanse me of my sins?
p.s. I'm joining another Casting tomorrow, so watch the fuck out. :p
If it does have any lyrical meaning, it was lost long after he started letting us know about his compulsion to pull away from microphones to breathe. He looks like something Jim Henson sewed together.
