I've been hard on Kenny Boy for a couple of weeks now, so I've given him a post to explain himself. I just didn't know he was such a fan of Eels (look, we warned you things were going to get weird):
They told me that I couldn't come back here again
Took me for some kind of fool
Said I was doing things that never should be done
But I don't care about their rulesAs if I cared about the little minds
In the little heads of the herd
There's nothing you could dream
Would be more absurdAnd everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard timesI don't know what it is they're trying to do to me
Make me into some sick joke
But no one's laughing
And least of all not me
It's hard to laugh as you chokeHollywood lies piled up to the sky
Floating your way soon
Hope you like the rotten stench of doomAnd everybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard timesI don't know what it is they think I'm gonna try
They don't know what they need to fear
The surest sign that the end is coming soon
Is right there in the bathroom mirrorEverybody knows these are rock hard times
I gotta make it through
These are rock hard times
These are rock hard times
(HT to Eels, who are wicked awesome)