Who the hell let this little dandy have a mic, I wanna know now! Rhyming “brunch” with “cunts” and “months”, attempting a sweet melodic style with laid-back violin strings and sweet melodies while in fact singing about petty middle class worries such as angry girlfriend fathers and Barnes & Nobles creditcards and Jessica Simpson – ah who cares – people are starving, people are being shot and killed and bombed every which way, and in terrible ways!
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