Weirdest pop lyrics

"Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads."  Frankly unsubstantiated market research from They Might Be Giants, We Want a Rock.

"The image of the female self subverting the male dialogue with his dick."  Sex, yes, violence, yes, angst, yes, but post-structuralism?  Pop enters unknown waters in Katell Keineg, Leonor.