“Pee girl gets the belt. Your milk makes me mind. Your milk is so sick. Your milk has a dye. Your milk has a dick.” Hole, Softer, Softest
Did she just tell me my milk has a dick? Courtney, Courtney... Long before she was letting young strangers suckle on her teats in public (see Kofi Asare), Courtney Love was disturbing us with lyrics about milk, or something like that. We’re going to go ahead and assume that this is a clumsily worded allusion to the money shot (a common obsession without which this site just wouldn’t exist) as opposed to a lyrical warning that there’s a penis floating in your cereal. If so, it is a bold new way to say things, like telling an unfortunate accident victim, “ooh, it looks like your gangrenous wound has a leg on it,” or “there’s a lot of leg falling up from your blood pool.”
Either way, it certainly is poetry. And how about the pee girl? The one that gets the belt? Actually, I heard her introduce this song in an acoustic performance (found it on YouTube) by saying “This is a song about the girl that always smelled like pee in your class.” I have to admit that I’m not sure I had one of these girls in any of my classes. Then again, it was hard to smell anything over my dyed dick milk.