My friend and fellow blogger Kevin Hales has declared war on bad lyrics, which he calls “the bane of my existence.” (The picture on the left is how he depicts his reaction to them.)

Among the bad lyrics he has excoriated:

? My best friend’s a butcher / He has sixteen knives / He carries them all over the town / At least he tries / Oh look it stopped snowing.
? Interpol, “Roland.” (I’d never heard of Interpol, but apparently they’re a font of good “indy” music and atrocious earnest lyrics.)

? We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl ? Pink Floyd, “Wish You Were Here.”