Let's get lyrical, lyrical: Jim Yoshii Pile-Up - A Toast to the Happy Couple

Now that it's done,
Now that it's all gone wrong,
Now that it's all gone so horribly well,
I'm writing your will,
To my father black and blue,
I leave a blood stained mattress,
Lifeless handshakes,
To my mother with her head to the wall,
Yeah I tried for you,
Failed to do the simplest things,
That somehow mean the most.
Yes it's those little things,
That fucked me up the most.

Oh, in a way, it's funny.
In a way, it's filthy.
Yeah it's funny how,
It kills me so,
Can't let go,
You wont remember my name,
Six short months from now,
They'll call me insane.

If only we'd dare,
To light the torches and sharpen the pikes,
To bring an axe to the public square,
To pick the branches bare,
To the doctors who kill,
I leave judgments that stink,
And to the boys bleeding out on the sidewalk,
Yeah I promise you,
I speak the truth that's new to you,
Oh no, I promise you you're not the only ones.

Oh in a way its funny,
In a way its filthy,
Yeah its funny how,
It kills me so,
Can't let go,
You wont remember my name,
Six short months from now,
They'll call me insane.

I'm thinking of us both now.
I'm thinking of us both now.
I'm thinking of us both now.
I'm thinking of us both now.

You are all hereby formally indicted.
You are all hereby formally indicted.
You are all hereby formally indicted.

I'm thinking of us both now.

This has got to be one of the most romantic songs I have ever heard, like ever. It's an honest love song, kinda of like the honesty you get when point a positron cannon on someone's forehead.

I think it's pointless to have one of those gross pink weddings where every girls looks like cheap cut-outs from a Hallmark card and the straight guys guys look extra gay. What we need more are a few middle-fingers here and there, some AK-47s and a rocket launcher just for some added fireworks. And if that fails, we can all strip down and do the 'macarena' while barking like a dog. Anyways, in the spirit of things, I have decided to right myself a toast for the happy couple as well.

To the groom, you suck,
To the bride, time to strip baby.

My poetry makes me cry sometimes.

Jim Yoshii Pile-Up - A Toast to the Happy Couple (from Pick Us Apart) [BUY]