A riddle so strong.
So I’m an occasional patron of a nearby gentleman’s club. (Why? I like titties. Don’t judge me.) Most of the songs played in this place are what you’d expect - pop, hip-hop, hair metal, anything with a good groove to it. Saturday evening, though… there was a song that, shall we say, stuck out. Far be it from me to impugn on a girl’s choice of dance music, and granted the song has a pretty heavy cock-rock vibe to it. But still… a song wherein the lead singer talks about his own funeral, off an album written entirely about the heroin addiction that eventually killed him? Doesn’t scream lap dance to me.
If you don’t know already what song I’m talking about… well, here:
Could have been worse, I guess. Could have been “Down in a Hole.”
Still, though, I await the day when they hire a girl hip enough to dance to this:
