Cover band on the mic:
"It's the end of the world as we blow it, and I feel fuuuuucked!"
The rest of the cover was syllable perfect. The above indulgence came at the very end of an increasingly aggressive and clangorously industrial post-funk jam band instrumentally extended version that went for about forty-one minutes or so. I got the sense that the singer was kinda building up to it.
Memorable.
