I had John Wesley Harding on the stereo as I got ready before work (the artist, not the album), and the following lyrics made my morning:
Goth girl, who is the guy on the leash?Had to share.
Does he wash dishes?
Goth girl, he looks like Pete Murphy to me,
Oh yeah, he wishes.I know he's appropriately frail,
But I bet he can't afford
To take you to the Nine Inch Nails.
(I've got two tickets.)

