User:Feinstein
Lyric of the Day
If you don't like it, so what, I don't care.
Bottle of white, bottle of red...
I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you.
Sometimes you're better off dead, there's a gun in your hand, pointed at your head...
So now you find yourself in '82
Hell is for hell, hell is for children.
Stop, collaborate, and listen.
