Famous Iggy Pop song.
Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands
An ornamental feather afixed to the top of the shaft of the male genitalia.
The lottery winner can carelessy parade around the office wearing nothing but a cockplume.
Inside a Wall Street mind a psycho lurks
Lines of cocaine cut in Hell
Obsessive hands gently grab your neck
Compulsively you'll die... I hate people
The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment
Sex puts me in the mood to make you die
Place to get a mail order bride.
I couldn't get laid in the 'States so I ordered my wife from Thailand.
A catch-all term used by morons to describe new rapcore/metal bands. Such categorization is unnessesary, limiting, and useless. A general rule of thumb: anyone who throws around the term "nu-metal" has almost NFI what they're saying.
Some dumbasses will even go so far as to call bands like
-- pioneers of the 80's metal scene -- nu-metal.
Honey gotta strike me blind, somebody gotta save my soul, baby penetrates my mind
And I'm the world's forgotten boy
The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy
Waffling or, to be waffly, is to lose yourself in talking rubbish. To speak about nothing but mention everything.
God damnit Farfegnugen, stop waffling!
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