Memo to Eldritch, Andrew: they’re called lyrics for a reason, Ando. You should really look it up sometime.
Actually, that’s unfair. It’s pretty obvious that it takes more than just lyrics to make Mr. Eldritch sing. Inferring from the content of his lyrics, a partial list of the things Eldritch needs would include the follwing:
- a pair of sunglasses
- a black leather jacket
- the certain knowledge that his mere existence pisses off Wayne Hussey
- a horde of screaming goth girls to pick bed partners from
- a lack of anti-depressants in his bloodstream.