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The All American Rejects song, “Gives You Hell,” has been stuck in my head all week. I have a tendancy to screw up lyrics, which sometimes results in me cracking myself up. Like in this case, where I just had to make an image to convey the mangle-job I’ve done:

I wake up every evening, with a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place

And your still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face 
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way 
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

Now where’s your picket fence love
And where’s that shiny car, 
And did it ever get you far

You’ve never seem so tense love
I’ve never seen you fall so hard, 
Do you even know where you are

And truth be told I miss you

When you see my face 
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way 
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that’s worth a damn and treats you well
Then he’s a fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell

And so on, and so forth. RAWR.

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,

Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,

The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Nothing beside remains: round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away.