Should I string her up or strangle her in bed, suffocate that venomous head? Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen, do me a favor, kill my wife.
My dad bought me a guitar and people would ask me to play.
I do feel a certain love from the British public.
I am a man of contradictions, I suppose.
Is it my sweat that's no longer sweet?
Obviously, I haven't really progressed that much at my craft.