Had been going to write up this weekend's fun and games, but decided that it really belonged in the weblog. Found this article on Slipknot, self-mutilation and such in the New Statesman. Are they turning into Spectator-esque Old Fogies, I wonder?
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To the tune of "John Brown's Body":
"The singer out of Slipknot went to Rome to see the Pope,
The singer out of Slipknot went to Rome to see the Pope,
The singer out of Slipknot went to Rome to see the Pope,
And the Pope said to his aide...
WHO THE FUCKING HELL ARE SLIPKNOT?
WHO THE FUCKING HELL ARE SLIPKNOT?
WHO THE FUCKING HELL ARE SLIPKNOT,
In relation to me getting out of bed?"