Crap Lyric Corner 1: Bruno Mars 'It Will Rain'



Let me pour out my heart to you in a weedy love song

There is a place where good taste dies, intelligence shrivels up and the skies turn black. Yes it is the noxious smelling abode of crap lyrics.

Designed solely to shift sales of limp songs, the useless lyricist is a common entity in the musical world. Whether it is naff rhymes, club foot metered verse, endless cliches or woeful metaphor we have seen them all: many times. We have also heard dire lyrics sung badly by dimwits on heat...


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