And I now know that there's no way they could have played this at the Lincoln Memorial today. People would have been fucking right there on the mall, in the streets. Too hot to handle.
SO DIRTY.
That guitar is so crunchy I can't get over it. And then on the final stretch, it gets even crunchier, like frying fucking bacon.
I used the same word. My roommate's cunt girlfriend asked me to explain what crunchy meant in the realm of music. She just didn't see it.
I slapped that bitch and spit some Cope in her eye.
Basically, I think it's about not worrying about terrorism or possibly even war (given that any Iraqi or Afghani could probably relate to this, too, from local terrorists or American forces), and trying to enjoy your life -- get away from it all and let go; go partying and let yourself be frivolous. ("Get on your boots")