Yup, 'tis certainly a great line...
How about the other side of the coin... Worst lyric of the year anyone...?
Let's begin with this verse from Bloc Party's new LP.
"At Les Trois Gar we meet at precisely 9 o'clock.
I order the foie gras and I eat it with complete disdain.
Bubbles rise in champagne flutes, but when we kiss, I feel nothing."
Eh....? What you on about Kele?
