lyrics

"yes you can say 'holidays' with a Q, it's pronounced 'hoqlidays',
from the back of your throat... "

"she can spill the aroma of horror with just one kiss"

"the burden of burning your wishes: wooden whispers wail in the fire"

"only you could wash a whale and pretend that you're happy"

"i'm picking through the garbage of my old, old art"

"bronze medal in the skull pop at hell's olympics"