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Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As an old enemy Take your time, hurry up Choice is yours, dont be late Take a rest, as a friend As an old enemy, yeah Memoria Memoria Memoria Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend As a known enemy, yeah Memoria Memoria Memoria When I swear that I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun –ria Memoria Memoria Memoria When I swear that I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun Memoria

Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Oh, she looks so good Oh, shes made out of wood She said so Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Oh, she looks so good Oh, shes made out of wood She said so Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Oh, she looks so good Oh, shes made out of wood Oh, she looks so good Oh, shes made out of wood She said so Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Now, she ever comes now, now She ever comes now, now She ever comes now Oh, she looks so good Oh, shes made out of wood Oh, she looks so good Oh, shes made out of wood Said She ever comes now, now, now Oh, she ever comes now, now Ever, ever, ever comes now, now Ever comes, ever comes now, now, now Now, now, now, now, now, now, now Never comes now, now, now

She seems to think She seems too weak She takes a week to get over it She likes the sea She likes to see She likes to think she has all of it She likes the sound She likes the sand She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit She likes to be She likes to be She likes to be Shes into guilt Guilt Guilt Guilt She likes to think She likes to drink She seems too weak, she takes all the rent She likes the time She owns the time She borrows time to self-invent She seems too weak She likes to see She likes to think she has all of it She likes the sand She likes to stand She likes to sit She likes to go Go Go Go Go She seems to think She seems too weak She takes a week to get over it She likes the sea She likes to see She likes to think she has all of it She likes the sound She likes the sand She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit She likes to be She likes to be She likes to be She likes to go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go

Do you Kurt Cobain Take Courtney Michelle Love To be your lawful shredded wife Even when shes a bitch with zits and siphoning all yr money for doping and whoring, Will you promise to fuck her at least once a week O.K.

In a community that stresses macho male sexual stories as a highlight of all conversation I was an under-developed immature fat little dude that never got laid and was constantly razzed Oh, poor little kid! It bothered me probably more so because I was horny and frequently had to make up stories like Uh, when I went on vacation I met this chick and we fucked and she loved it! Etcetera, etcetera... This tipical pubescent problem was in effect during the height of my problems with my father and stepmom You know, the tipical wicked-stepmom story And so, I moved to both grandparents and four sets of aunts and uncles and so forth and so on within the year And in eighth grade, my mom had no choice to take me in because my dad packed my stuff and drove me to her house in the morning and left me there She was pissed I accumulated quite a healthy complex, not to mention the complexion Then one day I discovered the most ultimate form of expression ever Marijuana Oh boy, Pot! I could escape all day long and not have the routine nervous breakdowns once a week Only being stoned for the first few times was what I claimed as something I would do for the rest of my life And I would practically do anything to ensure my supply of the fantastic weed Trevor was a guy I hated, but resorted to becoming friends with because he was the only person I could get pot from He was the kingpin Trevor, Ace, John and Derren All white-trash, lowlife scums of the Earth According to the jocks, had been going to this girls house after school, and they invited me We got to the door and a very fat girl let us in It wasnt obvious to me for over an hour that this girl seemed kind of quiet Until one of the guys pointed out that she was in a special ed class Im sure a lot of kids would call her a retard and some just slow And at the time, and still to this day, I would call her quiet and illiterate but not retarded The object of the guys who had be going there for the past month was to steal booze from the downstairs basement den of her house While others distracted her by opening covers and doors and pretending to eat all the food One would go down and take a fifth and then exit out the downstairs So wed do this routine every otherday and got away with it for, oh, about a month And during that month it happened to be the epitome of my mental abuse from my mother It turned out that pot didnt help me escape my troubles too well anymore and I was actually enjoying doing rebellious things like stealing booze and busting store windows and- And nothing ever mattered I decided within the next month, Ill not sit on my roof and think about jumping But Ill actually kill myself And I wasnt going out from this world without actually knowing what it was like to get laid So one day after school I went to the girls house alone And invited myself in and she offered me some Twinkies And I sat on her lap and I said Lets fuck And I touched her tits and she went into her bedroom and got undressed in front of me And I watched and realised that it was actually happening So I tried to fuck her but I didnt know how and I asked her if she had ever done this before and she said A lot of times, mainly with her cousin I got grossed out very heavily with how her vagina smelled and her sweat reeked So I left My conscience grew to where I couldnt go to school for a week and when I went back I got in-house suspension for skipping And that day, the girls father came in and screaming and accusing someone of taking advantage of his daughter And so during lunch, a rumour started, and by the next day Everyone was waiting for me to yell and cuss and spit at me and callin me the retard-fucker I couldnt handle the ridicule So I got high and drunk and walked down to the train tracks and laid down And put two big pieces of cement on my chest and legs and I waited for the eleven oclock train And the train came closer and closer and closer And it went on the next track besides me instead of over me The tension from school had an effect on me and so I couldnt attend the school anymore And the train scared me enough to try to rehabilitate myself and my My lifting weights and mathematics seemed to be improving so I became less manically depressed But still havent had any friends because I... I hated everyone, for they were so phoney

She said Shed take me anywhere Shed take me anywhere As long as she stays with me She said Shed take me anywhere Shed take me anywhere As long as I stay clean Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips She said Shed take me anywhere Shed take me anywhere As long as she stays with me She said Shed take me anywhere Shed take me anywhere As long as I stay clean Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips She said Shed take me anywhere Shed take me anywhere As long as she stays with me She said Shed take me anywhere Shed take me anywhere As long as I stay clean Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips Kiss, kiss, Mollys lips

Check, Check, Check, Check, Check Rape me Rape me again Father just Take me Rape me again Someone Since my embarrassments gone Free, Im not a lonely one She, miss me than to you He, was a nasty guest Flame Rape me Rape me again Someone, disgrace me Face me, and then The weight of both of them Has, grinded to the ground We, owe them pay hes made Hes afraid, Im not a self-endowed Sick Convention Going to the source, inside Intention with me Rape me again, father knows Im my elite reforce Hey, he was a nasty guest Fall, I never was I said Fool, falling to his this Ohhh Make me Make me do it again Save me Save me young friend Soon my own found recourse Hey, Im not a liar anymore Say, Im not a liar anymore Hey, Im not a country horse Say, Im not a modern mans choir Ohhhh, Im not a smorgasbord Ahh Hate me You hate me again You hate me again

Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch Isnt me, have a seed Let me clip your dirty wings Let me take a ride, hurt yourself Want some help, help myself Got some rope, you have been told Promise you, I have been true Let me take a ride, hurt yourself Want some help, help myself Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like more food She asked me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few Isnt me, have a seed Let me clip your dirty wings Let me take a ride, hurt yourself Want some help, help myself Got some rope, you have been told Promise you, I have been true Let me take a ride, hurt yourself Want some help, help myself Polly said Polly says her back hurts Shes just as bored as me She caught me off my guard Amazes me the will of instinct Isnt me, have a seed Let me clip your dirty wings Let me take a ride, hurt yourself Want some help, help myself Got some rope, you have been told Promise you, I have been true Let me take a ride, hurt yourself Want some help, help myself

Aint it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to have a drink on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to have a drink on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to have a drink on a Sunday When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to beat your wife on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to beat your wife on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to beat your wife on a Sunday When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame? Aint it a shame? Shame!

I will never walk it through I could never promise you Its some place I follow due I will never wander through This will mean Ill love again Guess Ill never have a fan This will mean me to me I could never have a say Its a never-ending dream I will always want to flee If Im me youll never know Everything I ever known Dream Dream Dream Dream Its another point of view Look at me when I was you I could never die again I wont lose another friend She will see another me When Im through melting Guess Ill know Ill medicate Guess Ill fall and medicate Its another opiate But for me its everything Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream I will never promise you Dream Dream

Underneath the bridge Tarp has sprung a leak And the animals Ive trapped Have all become my pets And Im living off of grass And the drippins from the ceiling Its okay to eat fish Cause they dont have any feelings Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Underneath the bridge Tarp has sprung a leak And the animals Ive trapped Have all become my pets And Im living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling Its okay to eat fish Cause they dont have any feelings Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm Something in the way, mmm Something in the way, yeah, mmm

Ill start this off without any words I got so high I scratched till I bled I love myself better than you I know its wrong so what should I do? The finest day that Ive ever had Was when I learned to cry on command I love myself better than you I know its wrong so what should I do? Im on a plain I cant complain Im on a plain My brother died every night Its safe to say, dont quote me on that I love myself better than you I know its wrong so what should I do? The black sheep got blackmailed again Forgot to put on the zip code I love myself better than you I know its wrong so what should I do? Im on a plain I cant complain Im on a plain Somewhere I have heard this before In a dream my memory has stored As a defense Im neutered and spayed What the hell am I trying to say? It is now time to make it unclear To write off lines that dont make sense I love myself better than you I know its wrong so what should I do? And one more special message to go And then Im done, and I can go home I love myself better than you I know its wrong so what should I do? Im on a plain I cant complain Im on a plain I cant complain Im on a plain

Mmmm, lies again Mmmm, lies Mmmm, lies again Mmmm, lies Mmmm, lies again Mmmm, lies Mmmm Mmmm You go, you give, you get You get to me All the years of tyrants, such an easy way to go You go, you give, you get You get to me Hide the struggle in the skin under a fingernail Mmmm, lies again Mmmm, lies Mmmm, lies again Mmmm, lies Mmmm, lies again Mmmm, lies Mmmm Mmmm You are lonely Waste your time by saving worthless gullibles Give up all additions in there where its cold This decade is the age of rehashing Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty Two minutes slow Oh Go, go

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Oh Youre my favorite, of my saviors Youre my favorite, oh no Yes, youre my favorite, of my favors Youre my razor, oh no Hey! And the situation wasnt quite as intense as I thought I need you around, to remind me what not to become And the situation wasnt quite as intense as I thought I need you around, to remind me what not to become Come Come Come Youre my favorite, of my saviors Youre my favorite, oh no Yes, youre my favorite, of my favors Youre my razor, oh no Hey! And the situation wasnt quite as intense as I thought I need you around, to remind me what not to become And the situation wasnt quite as intense as I thought I need you around, to remind me what not to become Come Come Come Youre my favorite, of my saviors Youre my favorite, oh no Yes, youre my favorite, of my favors Youre my razor, oh no Hey! And the situation wasnt quite as intense as I thought I need you around, to remind me what not to become And the situation wasnt quite as intense as I thought I need you around, to remind me what not to become Come Come Come

Your life is shit Shit Your life is bogus Bull Your life is trite Cry Your life is hell Hell Im gonna die Start a new union Im going to die With my libido Im gonna die Start a new union Im going to die Dont fuck with me Your life is shit Shit Your life is clean Its clean Your life is lame Without some friends Your life is stale, frail Frail Im going to die Start a new union Im on a hill Help my libido Im gonna die Start a new union Im on a hill Help my libido Im going to die Start a new union Im on a hill Help my libido Im going to die Start a new union Im going to die Watch the pain! Your life is shit Im gonna open up myself a flea market Im gonna open up myself a flea market And youre gonna wish that you did Gonna retire on the profits First off, Im gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars And Im gonna put em on a shelf With my 800 dollar a month tax free Century21 shop And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups Ive accumulated over the past 62 years Then Im going to get some plywood Im going to get some plywood And cut them up into two by two feet squares Then Im going to get some burlap And Im going to cut them into two by two feet squares And then Im going to put them onto the pieces of plywood And then Im going to go to the beach Im going to go to the beach And Im gonna collect some shells and driftwood And then Im going to take the shells and driftwood And glue them onto the plywood and burlap And sell em for lots of money People will be paying top dollar For my kids new used new toys and clothing Then maybe someday I can get rid of that piss-stained mattress Ive been sleeping on Im gonna die Start a new union Im on a hill Help my libido Im gonna die Start a new union Im gonna cry Help my libido Im gonna die Start a new union Im gonna die Help my libido Im gonna die Start a new union Im gonna die Watch the pain!

Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off her first Maybe she wants some water To put out the blow torch Isnt me, have a seed Let me clip, dirty wings Let me take a ride, cut yourself Want some help, please myself Got some rope, have been told Promise you, heaven true Let me take a ride, cut yourself Want some help, please myself Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like some food Asked me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few Isnt me, have a seed Let me clip, dirty wings Let me take a ride, cut yourself Want some help, please myself Got some rope, have been told Promise you, have been true Let me take a ride, cut yourself Want some help, please myself Polly said Polly says her back hurts Shes just as bored as me She caught me off my guard Amazes me the will of instinct Isnt me, have a seed Let me clip, dirty wings Let me take a ride, cut yourself Want some help, please myself Got some rope, have been told Promise you, have been true Let me take a ride, cut yourself Want some help, please myself

Whats up? So my tensions, feed me Im fucking hungry Degrade me I want my gun back Lifes a fucking résumé Experience, credentials Experience, the process People freaking everyday White lights, sitting inside And then you get sicker than you Get a little better than a blasphemy Mommy, has a vendetta against daddy Walls are set up Baby, is sad to find that daddy Exploring only Lifes a fucking résumé Experience, credentials Experience, imposters People freaking everyday White diligence, sickening and pessimist It is a lot worser than it appears on the cover of a... Hold me, so my tensions Degrade me, Im fucking hungry Feed me, the walls of comfort Exhume me, I want my complex back Cold naked man, picked off his scabs And fed them, to the pigeons Help him, hes so cornered Kill him, you mercy mourner Lifes a fucking résumé Experience, credentials Experience, the imposters People freaking everyday White lie, running inside And then you get the complete sentence of a... Hold me, fucking hoses Help me, until my tensions Graze me, Im really hungry Degrade me, I want my complex back

This is like fucking rad, you know Cool, where is the... hmm Yol, yol, yol, ol Yol, ol, ol, ol Yol, ol, yeah, el Lay yeah el, lay yeah ol Lay yeah el, lay yeah ol Lay yool, lay yeah ol Yool, hey hool Hey hool, hey hool Lay ol, lay yeah ol Lay yeah ol, lay yeah ol Its me down Its me down Its me down This guitar seems to be out of tune Its broken

Part 1 Wish me once And wish me twice Shes re-flamed beside you You, you, you You, you, you The sun and force me high Shes me Wont come live And wants me gone Right now that Im needy Dreaming, dream Dreaming, dreaming Look inside and find me dazed Shes comes past and freed me Theres no man, like a man I can paint the ceiling Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yea-yeah From the sun and sheesh me, please Find me how to see me And judging God and what Ive known And I wish I could see me He, he is Yeah, he is, yeah, he is Found the normie fore you know me, yeah Sunken back until you dream Sits me down and fuck me up And wish I was a greeting Let me lie I wish I might and wish I could be screaming Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Breathe, inhale Breathe, inhale And breathe, inhale And breathe, inhale And breathe, inhale Kiss me good and piss me off And grease me and preen me Maybe someday and I will fall And I will call And greet thee And greet, and greet, and greet, and greet And greet, and greet, and greet And finally I will drain you down And draw things up and find me gone And finally Im gone Im tired of everyone And finally I will drown the sun And die at my side I’ll paint me good And frame me mother And she nuttered me And Girly And go away And paint me mountains Inside a fire And then throw me on board And the dreams discarded And she’s inside of you Well Phrase God And praise God And drown me slow And the giant who told them who we Don’t rain heat Do re mi, do re mi, do re mi Do re mi, do re mi Finally on And I’m not gone But trying hard With the rain and all And Phrase god Amaze god Grace god and then you’ll fall Your wings grow Do re mi, do re mi, do re mi Do re mi, do re mi, do re mi Do re mi, do re mi, do re mi Do re mi, do re mi, do re mi

Monkey see, monkey do Walk around, follow you Throw it out, keep it in Have to have poison skin Pay Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Walk an inch, take a mile Never faded, never smiled Nevermind, eat and run Monkey ass motherfuck Pay Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play I dont know why I dont know why Pay Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Monkey see, monkey do Walk around, follow you Throw it out, keep it in Have to have poison skin Pay Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play I dont know why I dont know why Pay Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play Pay to play

I dont like you and Im gonna beat you up No! No! No! , Im telling my mom Uh... Beans, beans, beans Japhy had some beans He was happy, happy, happy But he ate some beans Sitting, naked, naked Sitting cross-legged Naked, naked, naked And he was happy, happy, happy And he ate some beans Wine, wine, wine Japhy had some wine He was happy, happy, happy And he ate some wine Beans, beans, beans Japhy ate some beans And he drank some wine And he was happy, happy, happy As he drank some beans

Clean up before she comes Clean up before she comes Clean up before she comes Clean up before she comes Living in a dusty dump Living in a dusty dump Something in her eyes Seems to be the smoke from my lungs Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old Something in her eyes Something like smoke from my lungs Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs Clean up the dusty dump Living in a dusty dump Living in a dusty dump Living in a dusty dump Clean up before she comes Clean up before she comes Clean up before she comes Living in a dusty dump Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs Something in her eyes Must be the smoke from my lungs I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old I must be getting old

They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross For me One day when I was lost They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me They whooped him up the hill They whooped him up the hill They whooped him up the hill For me One day when I was lost They hung him on a cross They whooped him up the hill for me He never said a mumblin word He never said a mumblin word He never said a mumblin word For me One day when I was lost They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me They bit him in the side They bit him in the side They bit him in the side For me One day when I was lost They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me He hung his head and died He hung his head and died He hung his head and died For me One day when I was lost They hung him on a cross They hung him on a cross for me

Im not gonna make you groom Somewhere else is something new Im not gonna make you dream See this side of something mean Im not gonna make you groom Somewhere else is something new Im not gonna make you groom Somewhere else is something new Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Im not gonna make you groom Something said is something new Im not gonna make you scream In this life is something mean Im not gonna make you groom Somewhere else is something new Im not gonna make you green In this life is something mean Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut Hold it in your gut God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God God, God, God

And I will await your highness Im so high I cannot walk And I will await You cripple You take away my time My peace, my empathy No babies sleep on atrophy Your unborn love and fetal stress Hard bitter candy, legless caress What was she for Halloween? The ugliest girl youve ever seen Someday she will die alone What was she for Valentines? An old forgotten concubine Someday she will die for no one She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All that lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age Its okay to kill your idols Just pretend you have no rivals We all know that she is friendless Spits at mirrors; its not an issue Just remove the hateful tissue We all know her rage is endless She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All that lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age Old age And then she begs and she says, Pretty please? Ill make her pure again; Ill make her clean No one knows shes Hester Prynne Someone please tell Anne Boleyn Chokers are back in again Someday she wont have to fake it Living will itself seem sacred Someday she will just refuse She seems to me to know All that glitters is sour All that lies in her place Jesus saves Old age Old age Old age Jesus saves Old age Im sorry So sorry Im sorry So sorry

Yes Im breathing Filthy hands, hey, hey Read to me, hey, hey, hey Miss me, hey, hey, hey Prefer me sad, hey, hey And I wouldnt break She wouldnt miss me She wouldnt miss me And i am afraid Its a fire - our house is gone And I refrain Are you God, Are you good Get away, no more And now your fingers meet the floor And now I can barely be alone And now I am one to obey me Preach me fire and lead the way Be silent bit and I will say You see in fire me away And now, and now, hey Keep it down to one more spacious One more howl and i feigned my service Someday Ill find my way to something Its not hard to relieve my service Come inside of her inner circles Someday I wont be high, no way, its over She seems to read minds And Im dead, dumb and blind Wait the fame I use Shes the same Old age Some are killed and some are wounded Some were kind and I feigned my service Someday I wont find my way, its over Its not fair he believes my servants One more hours in the week my servants Someday I will wound my way to something She seems to read minds And Im dead, dumb and blind Face the face in the mirror We survey Old age Cause youre just afraid to see, youre all weird Come on higher way Im begging, see? One more hour and I face my service Come on down to relieve my servants Someday i will have found my way to nothing Second there, feign my service One more howl and I wont be serviced Someday I will have found my way to something She seems to read minds And Im dead, dumb and blind Wait the fame I use Jesus saves Old age, old age Jesus saves Old age, old age

Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on Dont let me detain you Try to ride along Dont you lie, knowing I am not sad I am not silly I am not chippin I am not chippin away Talk to me In your own language, please In your own Talk to me In your own language please Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man Leader of the band Makes a mental hell I wont weather it well Well I never Saw it with my arm Paint it with my heart Paint it with my eyes and make it right Talk to me In your own language, please In your own Talk to me In your own language, please Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man You dont want to hear this Nothin but a whore I will play the leader With pain Now you know Im needy Lay them down easy Lay them down easy Talk to me In your own language please

And my timings on time and Im not to be had in May Im alone, Im afraid She never just laugh and laid And Im buying some tests and some frozen ham and more Im not the one to blaze and making complaints and Im not insane, oh no Listen to me changing as Im masing home Theres some comments made in the other book words and some true Yeah-yeah Desire Yeah-yeah Desire Yeah-yeah Aint have time to untame Some problems relayed to you Im not gonna And And her love is insane, yohoo And her love is a blaze, I have to go away from you Listen to me, screaming day And sometimes Id never ride with you And sometimes lets me from you Yeah-yeah Desire Yeah-yeah Desire Yeah-yeah Desire Yeah-yeah

Beans, beans, beans Jessie ate some beans He was happy, happy, happy That he ate some beans Sitting naked, naked Sitting cross legged Naked, naked, naked And he was happy, happy, happy That he ate some beans Wine, wine, wine Jessie ate some wine He was happy, happy, happy That he ate some wine Beans, beans, beans Jessie ate some beans And he drank some wine And he was happy, happy, happy That he drank some beans

Heartbreaker! I dont know how to play it! Hey fellas, have you heard the news? You know that Annies back in town It wont take long, just watch and see How the fellas lay their money down Her style is new, but the face the same as it was so long ago But from her eyes, a different smile Solo! Do a solo! Solo!

Its so relieving To know that youre leaving As soon as you get paid Its so relaxing To hear that youre asking Whenever you get your way Its so soothing To know that youll sue me This is starting to sound the same I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad In her false witness We hope youre still with us To see if they float or drown Our favorite patient A display of patience Disease-covered Puget sound Shell come back as fire To burn all the liars Leave a blanket of ash on the ground I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad Its so relieving To know that youre leaving As soon as you get paid Its so relaxing To know that youre asking Whenever you get your way Its so soothing To know that youll sue me This is starting to sound the same I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad I miss the comfort in being sad

Why does Leoda swing and straddle the tired little rhesus monkey? Collecting figurines with long John Silvers Shish Kabobs in the relatives of rhesus Monkey Who are see, here, say no evil? And you better follow this rule I cant fucking read this Nor can I ride with the bad sharks in the Winnebago Squeeze the pus pockets of your bare fist In the fold of link sausage you mod Beware of the care wigs have no substitute to coke With balding label mates in a pool of freezer burn He killed his fucking son didnt he? Well then need I say more? If I dont like myself how can I live? How can I like you? Questions, questions, brown bag it Swimming in the Pennyroyal Tea Brush him with lemon juice Spayed, shaved, neutered, greased, tied, drugged, plucked and fucked

A while ago, I found myself in bloody exhaust grease London again with an all-consuming urge to hunt for two rare things: back issues of NME rumored to be secretly hidden in glass casings and submerged in the fry vats of every kebab machine in the U.K.and the very-out-of-print first Raincoats LP The NME search was a clever, saucy upstart of an attempt to be, uh, nasty. However, the Lord and Julian Cope himself know how we need, need, need, the NME to embrace the unifying hands of our children across this big blue marble and NIRVANAs tarty musical career. So please bless us again -- well forever feed off of your high-calorie boggy turbinates In an attempt to satisfy the second part of my quest, I went to the Rough Trade shop and, of course, found no Raincoats record in the bin. I then asked the woman behind the counter about it and she said well, it happens that Im neighbors with Anna and she works at an antique shop just a few miles from here. So she drew me a map and I started on my way to Annas Sometime later, I arrived at this elfin shop filled with something else Ive compulsively searched for over the past few years -- really old fucked up marionette-like wood carved dolls . Lots of them... Ive fantasized about finding a shop filled with so many. They wouldnt accept my credit card but the dolls were really way too expensive anyway. Anna was there, however, so I politely introduced myself with a fever-red face and explained the reason for my intrusion. I can remember her mean boss almost setting me on fire with his glares. She said well, I may have a few lying around so, if I find one, Ill send it to you . I left feeling like a dork, like I had violated her space, like she probably thought my band was tacky A few weeks later I received a vinyl copy of that wonderfully classic scripture with a personalized dust sleeve covered with xeroxed lyrics, pictures, and all the members signatures. There was also a touching letter from Anna. It made me happier than playing in front of thousands of people each night, rock-god idolization from fans, music industry plankton kissing my ass, and the million dollars I made last year. It was one of the few really important things that Ive been blessed with since becoming an untouchable boy genius It was as rewarding as touring with Shonen Knife and watching people practically cry with joy at their honesty. It made people happy and it made me happy knowing that I had helped bring them to the UK It was as rewarding as the last Vaselines show in Edinburgh. They reformed just to play with us in their home town, probably having no idea how exciting and flattering it was for us It was as rewarding as being asked to support Sonic Youth on two tours, totally being taken under their wing and being showed what dignity really means It was as rewarding as the drawings Daniel Johnston sent me, or the Stinky Puffs single from Jad Fairs son, or playing on the same bill as Greg Sage in L.A., or being asked to help produce the next Melvins record, or being on the Wipers compilation, or Thor from T.K. giving me a signed first edition of Naked Lunch, or making a friend like Stephen Pavlovic -- our Australian tour promoter who sent me a Mazzy Star LP on vinyl, or playing The Money Will Roll Right In with Mudhoney, or having the power to insist on bringing Bjorn Again to the Reading Festival, or being able to afford to bring my friend Ian along on tour just to have a good time, or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand dollars to be heckled by twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina, or asking my friends Fits Of Depression to play with us at The Seattle Coliseum, or playing with Poison Idea at a No On Nine benefit in Portland organzied by Gus Van Zandt, or being a part of oen of L7s pro-choice benefits in L.A., or kissing Chris and Dave on Saturday Night Live just to spite the homophobes, or meeting Iggy Pop, or playing with The Breeders, Urge Overkill, the T.V. Personalities, The Jesus Lizard, Hole, Dinosour Jr., etc While all these things were very special, none were half as rewarding as having a baby with a person who is the supreme example of dignity, ethics and honesty. My wife challenges injustice and the reason her character has been so severely attacked is because she chooses not to function the way the white corporate man insists. His rules for women involve her being submissive, quiet, and non-challenging. When she doesnt follow his rules, the threatened man gets scared A big fuck you to those of you who have the audacity to claim that Im so naive and stupid that I would allow myself to be taken advantage of and manipulated I dont feel the least bit guilty for commericially exloiting a completely exhausted Rock youth Culture because, at this point in rock history, Punk Rock is, to me, dead and gone. We just wanted to pay tribute to something that helped us to feel as though we had crawled out of the dung heap of conformity. To pay tribute like an Elvis or Jimi Hendrix impersonator in the tradition of a bar band. Ill be the first to admit that were the 90s version of Cheap Trick or the Knack but the last to admit that it hasnt been rewarding At this point I have a request for our fans. If any of you in any way hate homosexuals, people of different color, or women, please do this one favor for us -- leave us the fuck alone! Dont come to our shows and dont buy our records Last year, a girl was raped by two wastes of sperm and eggs while they sang the lyrics to our song Polly. I have a hard time carrying on knowing there are plankton like that in our audience. Sorry to be so anally P.C. but thats the way I feel Love Kurdt .

That is the way you want it You wanted it to be the way you like it, Im Im no lover We wanted you to see it the way you wanted Its all right I could be crazy, but I could be human I never wanted to open your eyes I could be crazy, but I could be human I never wanted to open your eyes Im no lover You wanted to be living up in the air, yeah Im no lover But please let go of the human Thats me I could be crazy, but I could be human I never wanted to open your eyes I could be crazy, but I could be human I never wanted to open your eyes I could be crazy, but I could be human I never wanted to open your eyes I could be crazy, but I could be human I never wanted to open your eyes

Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh She eyes me like a Pisces, when— I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box For weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet, tar— Pit trap, uh right I wish I could eat your Cancer when— You turn back But— Hey! Wait! Ive a got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive a got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Yeah Forever and ever And ever, yeah, yeah Meat-eating orchids, forgive no one Just yet, oh, right Cut myself on angels hair And babys breath, woah, oh-oh Hey! Wait! Ive a got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive a got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Yeah Forever and ever And ever, hmm Forever and ever Hmm, hmm

Monkey see, monkey do - I dont know why Id rather be dead than be uncool - I dont know why Every line had the rhythms - I dont know why Lets move, love is blind - I dont know why Stay, stay away Stay away, stay away Give it up, take a smile - I dont know why Fashion shirt, fashion style - I dont know why Throw it out, keep it in - I dont know why Have to have poison skin - I dont know why Stay, stay away Stay away, stay away Give an inch, take a smile - I dont know why Fashion shirt, fashion style - I dont know why Stay, stay away Stay away, stay away Stay away, yeaaah! Stay away, ooooooh, aaah Aaaah, ooh stay away baby

She could have known that its for shame She could have seen the sun and drain She could have known and hid the sky She could have seen the dark before She could have Cheer me She could have just Stayed the same She could have just Stayed the same She could have just Stayed the same She could have She could have soared with pleasant dreams She could have saw the way I see She could have make out her room She could have known everything theyre all the same She could have been So insane She could have been So insane She could have been So strange She could have been So strange Bass part!

You cant change me Change me Change me Change me You cant change me You cant change me Change me Change me Bass part Bet tryna burn my britches! churches! May-oh! Bet tryna burn my britches! Burn my britches! May-oh! May-oh! churches! Bet tryna burn my britches! May-oh! May-oh! Bet tryna burn my britches! bitches! May-oh! May-oh! Tomas lays in my arms Til Tomas lays in my arms Til Tomas lays in my arms Til Tomas lays in my heart Dont help me Dont see me Im too and dreamy Dont ever, however Dont Bet tryna burn my britches! churches! May-oh! Bet tryna burn my britches! Burn my britches! May-oh! May-oh! churches! Bet tryna burn my britches! May-oh! May-oh! Bet tryna burn my britches! bitches! May-oh! May-oh! Tomas lays in my arms Til Tomas lays in my arms Til Tomas lays in my arms Til Tomas lays in my heart Dont help me Dont see me Im too and dreamy Dont ever, however Dont Its not in the way Mmm-mmm Its not in the way Mmm-mmm Its not in the way, yeah Mmm-mmm Its not in the way Mmm-mmm Its not in the way Mmm-mmm Its not in the way-yeah Its not in the way-yeah Its not in the way-yeah Its not in the way-yeah

Platoon Fall in! Come on, you knuckleheads Move it, move it, move it Moss in the mornin, lets you in Is it a field day, make me sin Its only warm, I let you stay Moss in the mornin, might be way Chase! Learned Finely Earn your ray Might be they Lucky day No! How could you ever moss it down Extra often is not my sound She better hope that you better mind Mix me over my, let be wide!

Time will dissolve If Sea Monkeys are present. Sea Monkeys will hatch and reproduce He said to the little girl. Sea Monkeys are brine shrimp. The tooth fairy is your mom. Paula Abdul is a Sea Monkey. They found the little girls skin under his yellow cigarette-stained fingernails. Once the little girl went to Tower Records and saw some records displayed. The records were of Princes Batman. Instantly the little girl associated any raw albums or CDs with Paula Abdul. She said Paula Abdul, mommy! She started dancing and singing her song. Mommy patted the little girls head as blood dripped from the corner of her eyelid. Then they squirmed away to frolic in instant life solutions step number three.

What else should I be? All apologies What else could I say? Everyone is gay What else could I write? I dont have the right What else should I be? All apologies In the sun, in the sun, I feel as one In the sun, in the sun Married, buried I wish I was like you Easily amused Find my nest of salt Everything is my fault Ill take all the blame Aqua seafoam shame Sunburn, freezer burn Choking on the ashes of her enemy In the sun, in the sun, I feel as one In the sun, in the sun Married, buried Married, buried Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are All in all is all we are

Tried out for the high school band The electronic Charlie Craig Man, I want the records to sell Now I keep them very healthy, in my cellar, what do you want? My name is Kurt My name is Kurt me Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Playin in a Bar Band Playin in a bar band Playin in a bar band Thank God I am not bland Playin in a bar band Playin in a bar band Thank God I am not bland Playin in a bar band Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Solo Solo Solo Solo Solo Chorus, chorus Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Smoke hash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Rehash Smoke hash

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel hair and babys breath Broken hymen of Your Highness, Im left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Your advice Your advice

To hope is admittance Feed before beginning Double-sided cynics Reflected image Dont be so selfish Leave in me this Follow it far To find where you are You havent grown Go on alone Never finished his sentence Remained in seclusion For the next few days The family circle noose He had removed us All the styles of heresy Finally he appeared unexpectedly Looking for company

Interviewer: David Fricke Interviewee: Kurt Cobain Location: Chicago, Illinois, US Conducted: 10/25/1993 Published on: 1/27/94 Publication: Rolling Stone Title: Kurt Cobain: The Rolling Stone Interview Our man in Nirvana rages on about stardom, fatherhood, his feud with Pearl Jam, the death of grunge and why hes never been happier in his life. Shirtless, disheveled Kurt Cobain pauses on the backstage stairway leading to Nirvanas dressing room at the Aragon Ballroom, in Chicago, offers a visitor a sip of his après-gig tea and says in a drop-deadpan voice, Im really glad you could make it for the shittiest show on the tour. He’s right. Tonight’s concert — Nirvana’s second of two nights at the Aragon, only a week into the band’s first U.S. tour in two years — is a real stinker. The venues cavernous sound turns even corrosive torpedoes like Breed and Territorial Pissings into riff pudding, and Cobain is bedeviled all night by guitar- and vocal- monitor problems. There are moments of prickly brilliance: Cobain’s sandpaper howl cutting through the Aragon’s canyonlike echo in the tense explosive chorus of Heart-Shaped Box; a short stunning Sliver with torrid power strumming by guest touring guitarist Pat Smear . But there is no Smells Like Teen Spirit, and when the house lights go up, so does a loud chorus of boos. According to the Cobain press myth — pissy, complaining, freaked-out schizophrenic, as he quite accurately puts it — the 26-year-old singer and guitarist should have fired the soundman, canceled this interview and gone back to his hotel room to sulk. Instead, he spends his wind-down time backstage, doting on his daughter, 1-year-old Frances Bean Cobain, a petite blond beauty who barrels around the room with a smile for everyone in her path. Later, back at the hotel, armed with nothing stronger than a pack of cigarettes and two minibar bottles of Evian water, Cobain is in a thoughtful, discursive mood, taking great pains to explain that success doesn’t really suck —not as much as it used to, anyway — and that his life is pretty good. And getting better. It was so fast and explosive, he says in a sleepy, gravelly voice of his first crisis of confidence following the ballistic success of Nevermind. I didn’t know how to deal with it. If there was a Rock Star 101 course, I would have liked to take it. It might have helped me. I still see stuff, descriptions of rock stars in some magazine — ‘Sting, the environmental guy and Kurt Cobain, the whiny, complaining, neurotic, bitchy guy who hates everything, hates rock stardom, hates his life.’ And Ive never been happier in my life. Especially within the last week, because the shows have been going so well — except for tonight. Im a much happier guy than a lot of people think I am. Cobain took some long, hard detours to get there over the past year. The making of In Utero, Nirvana’s long-awaited studio follow-up to Nevermind, was fraught with last-minute title and track changes as well as a public scrap between the band, its record label, DGC, and producer Steve Albini over the album’s commercial potential — or lack thereof. Cobain’s marriage to punk-noir singer Courtney Love of the band Hole — dream fodder for rock gossips since the couple exchanged vows in February 1992 — made headlines again last June when Cobain was arrested by Seattle police for allegedly assaulting Love during a domestic fracas. Police found three guns in the house, but no charges were filed, and the case was dismissed. Last year, Cobain also made a clean breast of his long-rumored heroin addiction, claiming he’d used the drug — at least in part — to opiate severe, chronic stomach pain. Or as he puts it in this interview, to medicate myself. He’s now off the junk, and thanks to new medication and a better diet, his digestive tract, he says, is on the road to recovery. But the roots of his angst, public and personal, go much deeper. Born in the logging town of Aberdeen, Wash., Cobain is — like Nirvana’s bassist, Krist Novoselic, drummer Dave Grohl and a high percentage of the band’s young fans — the product of a broken home, the son of an auto mechanic and a secretary who divorced when he was 8. Cobain had early aspirations as a commercial artist and won a number of high-school art contests; he now designs much of Nirvana’s artwork. But after graduation, Cobain passed on an art-school scholarship and took up the teen-age-bum life, working as a roadie for the local punk band the Melvins and applying himself to songwriting. I never wanted to sing, Cobain insists now. I just wanted to play rhythm guitar — hide in the back and just play. But during those high-school years when I was playing guitar in my bedroom, I at least had the intuition that I had to write my own songs. For a long time, after Nirvana catapulted from junior Sub Pop-label signees to grunge supergods —they won the Best Band and Best Album trophies in our 1994 Critics Poll — Cobain could not decide whether his talent was a blessing or a curse. He has finally come to realize it’s a bit of both. He is bugged that people think of him more as an icon than a songwriter yet fears that In Utero marks the finish line of the Nirvana sound crystallized in Smells Like Teen Spirit. Cobain remains deeply mistrustful of the music business but says he has done a complete U-turn on his attitude toward Nirvana’s mass punk-wanna-be flock. I don’t have as many judgments about them as I used to, Cobain says, almost apologetically. Ive come to terms about why they’re there and why we’re here. It doesn’t bother me anymore to see this Neanderthal with a mustache, out of his mind, drunk, singing along to ‘Sliver.’ That blows my mind now. Ive been relieved of so much pressure in the last year and a half, Cobain says with discernible relief in his voice. Im still kind of mesmerized by it. He ticks off the reasons for his content: Pulling this record off. My family. My child. Meeting William Burroughs and doing a record with him. Just little things that no one would recognize or care about, he continues. And it has a lot to do with this band. If it wasn’t for this band, those things never would have happened. Im really thankful, and every month I come to more optimistic conclusions. I just hope, Cobain adds, grinning I don’t become so blissful I become boring. I think I’ll always be neurotic enough to do something weird. David Fricke: Along with everything else that went wrong onstage tonight, you left without playing Smells Like Teen Spirit. Why? Kurt Cobain: That would have been the icing on the cake . That would have made everything twice as worse. I don’t even remember the guitar solo on Teen Spirit It would take me five minutes to sit in the catering room and learn the solo. But Im not interested in that kind of stuff. I don’t know if that’s so lazy that I don’t care anymore or what. I still like playing Teen Spirit, but it’s almost an embarrassment to play it. DF: In what way? Does the enormity of its success still bug you? KC: Yeah. Everyone has focused on that song so much. The reason it gets a big reaction is people have seen it on MTV a million times. It’s been pounded into their brains. But I think there are so many other songs that i’ve written that are as good, if not better, than that song, like Drain You. That’s definitely as good as Teen Spirit. I love the lyrics, and I never get tired of playing it. Maybe if it was as big as Teen Spirit, I wouldn’t like it as much. But I can barely, especially on a bad night like tonight, get through Teen Spirit. I literally want to throw my guitar down and walk away. I can’t pretend to have a good time playing it. DF: But you must have had a good time writing it. KC: We’d been practicing for about three months. We were waiting to sign to DGC, and Dave and I were living in Olympia , and Krist was living in Tacoma . We were driving up to Tacoma every night for practice, trying to write songs. I was trying to write the ultimate pop song. I was basically trying to rip off the Pixies. I have to admit it . When I heard the Pixies for the first rime, I connected with that band so heavily I should have been in that band — or at least in a Pixies cover band. We used their sense of dynamics, being soft and quiet and then loud and hard. ‘Teen Spirit was such a clichéd riff. It was so close to a Boston riff or Louie, Louie. When I came up with the guitar part, Krist looked at me and said, That is so ridiculous. I made the band play it for an hour and a half. DF: Where did the line Here we are now, entertain us come from? KC: That came from something I used to say every time I used to walk into a party to break the ice. A lot of times, when you’re standing around with people in a room, it’s really boring and uncomfortable. So it was Well, here we are, entertain us. You invited us here. DF: How did it feel to watch something you’d written in fun, in homage to one of your favorite bands, become the grunge national anthem, not to mention a defining moment in youth marketing? KC: Actually, we did have our own thing for a while. For a few years in Seattle, it was the Summer of Love, and it was so great. To be able to just jump out on top of the crowd with my guitar and be held up and pushed to the back of the room, and then brought back with no harm done to me — it was a celebration of something that no one could put their finger on. But once it got into the mainstream, it was over. I’m just tired of being embarrassed by it. Im beyond that. DF: This is the first US tour you’ve done since the fall of ‘91, just before Nevermind exploded. Why did you stay off the road for so long? KC: I needed time to collect my thoughts and readjust. It hit me so hard, and I was under the impression that I didn’t really need to go on tour, because I was making a whole bunch of money. Millions of dollars. Eight million to 10 million records sold — that sounded like a lot of money to me. So I thought I would sit back and enjoy it. I don’t want to use this as an excuse, and it’s come up so many times, but my stomach ailment has been one of the biggest barriers that stopped us from touring. I was dealing with it for a long time. But after a person experiences chronic pain for five years, by the time that fifth year ends, you’re literally insane. I couldn’t cope with anything. I was as schizophrenic as a wet cat that’s been beaten. DF: How much of that physical pain do you think you channeled into your songwriting? KC: That’s a scary question, because obviously if a person is having some kind of turmoil in their lives, it’s usually reflected in the music, and sometimes it’s pretty beneficial. I think it probably helped. But I would give up everything to have good health. I wanted to do this interview after we’d been on tour for a while, and so far, this has been the most enjoyable tour I’ve ever had. Honestly. It has nothing to do with the larger venues or people kissing our asses more. It’s just that my stomach isn’t bothering me anymore. Im eating. I ate a huge pizza last night. It was so nice to be able to do that. And it just raises my spirits. But then again, I was always afraid that if I lost the stomach problem, I wouldn’t be as creative. Who knows? I don’t have any new songs right now. Every album we’ve done so far, we’ve always had one to three songs left over from the sessions. And they usually have been pretty good, ones that we really liked, so we always had something to rely on — a hit or something that was above average. So this next record is going to be really interesting, because I have absolutely nothing left. Im starting from scratch for the first time. I don’t know what we’re going to do. DF: One of the songs that you cut from In Utero at the last minute was I Hate Myself and I Want to Die. How literally did you mean it? KC: As literal as a joke can be. Nothing more than a joke. And that had a bit to do with why we decided to take it off. We knew people wouldn’t get it; they’d take it too seriously. It was totally satirical, making fun of ourselves. Im thought of as this pissy, complaining, freaked-out schizophrenic who wants to kill himself all the time. He isn’t satisfied with anything. And I thought it was a funny title. I wanted it to be the title of the album for a long time. But I knew the majority of the people wouldn’t understand it. DF: Have you ever been that consumed with distress or pain or rage that you actually wanted to kill yourself? KC: For five years during the time I had my stomach problem, yeah. I wanted to kill myself every day. I came very close many times. Im sorry to be so blunt about it. It was to the point where I was on tour, lying on the floor, vomiting air because I couldn’t hold down water. And then I had to play a show in 20 minutes. I would sing and cough up blood. This is no way to live a life. I love to play music, but something was not right. So I decided to medicate myself. Even as satire, though, a song like that can bit a nerve. There are plenty of kids out there who, for whatever reasons, really do feel suicidal. That pretty much defines our band. It’s both those contradictions. It’s satirical, and it’s serious at the same time. DF: What kind of mail do you get from your fans these days? KC: I used to read the mail a lot, and I used to be really involved with it. But I’ve been so busy with this record, the video, the tour, that I haven’t even bothered to look at a single letter, and I feel really bad about it. I haven’t even been able to come up with enough energy to put out our fanzine, which was one of the things we were going to do to combat all the bad press, just to be able to show a more realistic side of the band. But it’s really hard. I have to admit I’ve found myself doing the same things that a lot of other rock stars do or are forced to do. Which is not being able to respond to mail, not being able to keep up on current music, and I’m pretty much locked away a lot. The outside world is pretty foreign to me. I feel very, very lucky to be able to go out to a club. Just the other night, we had a night off in Kansas City, deal Mo., and Pat and I had no idea where we were or where to go. So we called up the local college radio station and asked them what was going on. And they didn’t know! So we happened to call this bar, and the Treepeople from Seattle were playing. And it turns out I met three really, really nice people there, totally cool kids that were in bands. I really had a good time with them, all night. I invited them back to the hotel. They stayed there. I ordered room service for them. I probably went overboard, trying to be accommodating. But it was really great to know that I can still do that, that I can still find friends. And I didn’t think that would be possible. A few years ago, we were in Detroit, playing at this club, and about 10 people showed up. And next door, there was this bar, and Axl Rose came in with 10 or 15 bodyguards. It was this huge extravaganza; all these people were fawning over him. If he’d just walked in by himself, it would have been no big deal. But he wanted that. You create attention to attract attention. DF: Where do you stand on Pearl Jam now? There were rumors that you and Eddie Vedder were supposed to be on that Time magazine cover together. KC: I don’t want to get into that. One of the things I’ve learned is that slagging off people just doesn’t do me any good. It’s too bad, because the whole problem with the feud between Pearl Jam and Nirvana had been going on for so long and has come so close to being fixed. DF: It’s never been entirely clear what this feud with Vedder was about. KC: There never was one. I slagged them off because I didn’t like their band. I hadn’t met Eddie at the time. It was my fault; I should have been slagging off the record company instead of them. They were marketed — not probably against their will — but without them realizing they were being pushed into the grunge bandwagon. DF: Don’t you feel any empathy with them? They’ve been under the same intense follow-up-album pressure as you have. KC: Yeah, I do. Except I’m pretty sure that they didn’t go out of their way to challenge their audience as much as we did with this record. They’re a safe rock band. They’re a pleasant rock band that everyone likes. God, I’ve had much better quotes in my head about this. It just kind of pisses me off to know that we work really hard to make an entire album’s worth of songs that are as good as we can make them. I’m gonna stroke my ego by saying that we’re better than a lot of bands our there. What I’ve realized is that you only need a couple of catchy songs on an album, and the rest can be bull shit Bad Company rip-offs, and it doesn’t matter. If I was smart, I would have saved most of the songs off Nevermind and spread them out over a 15-year period. But I can’t do that. All the albums I ever liked were albums that delivered a great song, one after another: Aerosmith’s Rocks, the Sex Pistols’ Never Mind the Bollocks…, Led Zeppelin II, Back in Black, by AC/DC. DF: You’ve also gone on record as being a big Beatles fan. KC: Oh, yeah. John Lennon was definitely my favorite Beatle, hands down. I don’t know who wrote what parts of what Beatles songs, but Paul McCarrney embarrasses me. Lennon was obviously disturbed . So I could relate to that. And from the books I’ve read — and I’m so skeptical of anything I read, especially in rock books — I just felt really sorry for him. To be locked up in that apartment. Although he was totally in love with Yoko and his child, his life was a prison He was imprisoned. It’s not fair. That’s the crux of the problem that I’ve had with becoming a celebrity — the way people with celebrities. It needs to be changed; it really does. No matter how hard you try, it only comes our like you’re bitching about it. I can understand how a per- son can feel that way and almost become obsessed with it. But it’s so hard to convince people to mellow out. Just take it easy, have a little bit of respect. We all shit . DF: In Utero may be the most anticipated, talked-about and argued-over album of 1993. Didn’t you feel at any point during all the title changes and the press hoopla stirred up by Steve Albini that the whole thing was just getting stupid? After all, it is just an album. KC: Yeah. But I’m used to it . While making the record, that wasn’t happening. It was made really fast. All the basic tracks were done within a week. And I did 80 percent of the vocals in one day, in about seven hours. I just happened to be on a roll. It was a good day for me, and I just kept going. DF: So what was the problem? KC: It wasn’t the songs. It was the production. It took a very, very long time for us to realize what the problem was. We couldn’t figure it out. We had no idea why we didn’t feel the same energy that we did from Nevermind. We finally came to the conclusion that the vocals weren’t loud enough, and the bass was totally inaudible. We couldn’t hear any notes that Krist was playing at all. I think there are a few songs on In Utero that could have been cleaned up a little bit more. Definitely Penny Royal Tea. That was not recorded right. There is something wrong with that. That should have been recorded like Nevermind, because I know that’s a strong song, a hit single. We’re toying with the idea of re-recording it or remixing it. You hit and miss. It’s a really weird thing about this record. I’ve never been more confused in my life, but at the same time I’ve never been more satisfied with what we’ve done. DF: Let’s talk about your songwriting. Your best songs —Teen Spirit, Come As You Are, Rape Me, Penny Royal Tea— all open with the verse in a low, moody style. Then the chorus comes in at full volume and nails you. So which comes first, the verse or the killer chorus? KC: I don’t know. I really don’t know. I guess I start with the verse and then go into the chorus. But I’m getting so tired of that formula. And it is formula. And there’s not much you can do with it. We’ve mastered that — for our band. We’re all growing pretty tired of it. It is a dynamic style. But I’m only using two of the dynamics. There are a lot more I could be using. Krist, Dave and I have been working on this formula — this thing of going from quiet to loud — for so long that it’s literally becoming boring for us. It’s like OK, I have this riff. I’ll play it quiet, without a distortion box, while I’m singing the verse. And now let’s turn on the distortion box and hit the drums harder. I want to learn to go in between those things, go back and forth, almost become psychedelic in a way but with a lot more structure. It’s a really hard thing to do, and I don’t know if we’re capable of it — as musicians. DF: Songs like Dumb and All Apologies do suggest that you’re looking for a way to get to people without resorting to the big-bang guitar effect. KC: Absolutely. I wish we could have written a few more songs like those on all the other albums. Even to put About a Girl on Bleach was a risk. I was heavily into pop, I really liked R.E.M., and I was into all kinds of old ‘60s stuff. But there was a lot of pressure within that social scene, the underground — like the kind of thing you get in high school. And to put a jangly R.E.M. type of pop song on a grunge record, in that scene, was risky. We have failed in showing the lighter, more dynamic side of our band. The big guitar sound is what the kids want to hear. We like playing that stuff, but I don’t know how much longer I can scream at the top of my lungs every night, for an entire year on tour. Sometimes I wish I had taken the Bob Dylan route and sang songs where my voice would not go out on me every night, so I could have a career if I wanted. DF: So what does this mean for the future of Nirvana? KC: It’s impossible for me to look into the future and say I’m going to be able to play Nirvana songs in 10 years. There’s no way. I don’t want to have to resort to doing the Eric Clapton thing. Not to put him down whatsoever; I have immense respect for him. But I don’t want to have to change the songs to fit my age . DF: The song on In Utero that has whipped up the most controversy is Rape Me. It’s got a brilliant hook, but there have been objections to the title and lyric — not just from skittish DJs but from some women who feel its rather cavalier for a man to be using such a potent, inflammatory word so freely. KC: I understand that point of view, and I’ve heard it a lot. I’ve gone back and forth between regretting it and trying to defend myself. Basically, I was trying to write a song that supported women and dealt with the issue of rape. Over the last few years, people have had such a hard time understanding what our message is, what we’re trying to convey, that I just decided to be as bold as possible. How hard should I stamp this point? How big should I make the letters? It’s not a pretty image. But a woman who is being raped, who is infuriated with the situation ... it’s like Go ahead, rape me, just go for it, because you’re gonna get it. i’m a firm believer in karma, and that motherfucker is going to get what he deserves, eventually. That man will be caught, he’ll go to jail, and he’ll be raped. So rape me, do it, get it over with. Because you’re gonna get it worse. DF: What did your wife, Courtney, think of the song when she heard it? KC: I think she understood. I probably explained it better to her than I’ve explained it to you. I also want to make a point, that I was really, honestly not trying to be controversial with it. That was the last thing I wanted to do. We didn’t want to put it out so it would piss off the parents and get some feminists on our asses, stuff like that. I just have so much contempt for someone who would do something like that . This is my way of saying Do it once, and you may get away with it. Do it a hundred times. But you’re gonna get it in the end. DF: When you were arrested on the domestic-violence charge his summer, Courtney admitted to the police that you kept guns in your home. Why do you feel you need to be armed? KC: I like guns. I just enjoy shooting them. DF: Where? At what? KC: When we go out to the woods, at a shooting range. It’s not an official shooting range, but it’s allowed to be one in this county. There’s a really big cliff, so there’s no chance of shooting over the cliff and hurting anyone. And there’s no one within miles around. DF: Without getting too PC about it, don’t you feel it’s dangerous to keep them in the house, especially with your daughter, Frances, around? KC: No. It’s protection. I don’t have bodyguards. There are people way less famous than I am or Courtney who have been stalked and murdered. It could be someone by chance looking for a house to break into. We have a security system. I actually have one gun that is loaded, but I keep it safe, in a cabinet high up on a shelf where Frances can never get to it. And I have an M16, which is fun to shoot. It’s the only sport I have ever liked. It’s not something I’m obsessed with or even condone. I don’t really think much of it. DF: How does Courtney feel about keeping guns at home? KC: She was there when I bought them. Look, I’m not a very physical person. I wouldn’t be able to stop an intruder who had a gun or a knife. But I’m not going to stand by and watch my family stabbed to death or raped in front of me. I wouldn’t think twice of blowing someone’s head off if they did that. It’s for protection reasons. And sometimes it’s fun to go out and shoot. At targets. I want to make that clear . DF: People usually assume that someone who has sold a few million records is really livin ‘large. How rich are you? How rich do you feel? According to one story, you wanted to buy a new house and put a home studio in it, but your accountant said you couldn’t afford it. KC: Yeah, I can’t. I just got a check a while ago for some royalties for Nevermind, which is pretty good size. It’s weird, though, really weird. When we were selling a lot of records during Nevermind, I thought, God, I’m gonna have like $10 million, $15 million. That’s not the case. We do not live large. I still eat Kraft macaroni and cheese — because I like it, I’m used to it. We’re not extravagant people. I don’t blame any kid for thinking that a person who sells 10 million records is a millionaire and set for the rest of his life. But it’s not the case. I spent a million dollars last year, and I have no idea how I did it. Really. I bought a house for $400,000. Taxes were another $300,000-something. What else? I lent my mom some money. I bought a car. That was about it. DF: You don’t have much to show for that million. KC: It’s surprising. One of the biggest reasons we didn’t go on tour when Nevermind was really big in the States was because I thought: Fuck this, why should I go on tour? I have this chronic stomach pain, I may die on this tour, I’m selling a lot of records, I can live the rest of my life off a million dollars. But there’s no point in even trying to explain that to a 15-year-old kid. I never would have believed it. DF: Do you worry about the impact that your work, lifestyle and ongoing war with supercelebrity are having on Frances? She seemed perfectly content to toddle around in the dressing room tonight, but its got to be a strange world for her. KC: I’m pretty concerned about it. She seems to be attracted to almost anyone. She loves anyone. And it saddens me to know that she’s moved around so much. We do have two nannies, one full-time and another older woman who takes care of her on weekends. But when we take her on the road, she’s around people all the time, and she doesn’t get to go to the park very often. We try as hard as we can, we take her to preschool things. But this is a totally different world. DF: In Serve the Servants, you sing, I tried hard to have a father/But instead I had a dad Are you concerned about making the same mistakes as a father that might have been made when you were growing up? KC: No. I’m not worried about that at all. My father and I are completely different people. I know that I’m capable of showing a lot more affection than my dad was. Even if Courtney and I were to get divorced, I would never allow us to be in a situation where there are bad vibes between us in front of her. That kind of stuff can screw up a kid, but the reason those things happen is because the parents are not very bright. I don’t think Courtney and I are that fucked up. We have lacked love all our lives, and we need it so much that if there’s any goal that we have, it’s to give Frances as much love as we can, as much support as we can. That’s the one thing that I know is not going to turn out bad. DF: What has been the state of relations within Nirvana over the past year? KC: When I was doing drugs, it was pretty bad. There was no communication. Krist and Dave, they didn’t understand the drug problem. They’d never been around drugs. They thought of heroin in the same way that I thought of heroin before I started doing it. It was just really sad. We didn’t speak very often. They were thinking the worst, like most people would, and I don’t blame them for that. But nothing is ever as bad as it seems. Since I’ve been clean, it’s gone back to pretty much normal. Except for Dave. I’m still kind of concerned about him, because he still feels like he can be replaced at any time. He still feels like he... DF: Hasn’t passed the audition? KC: Yeah. I don’t understand it. I try to give him as many compliments as I can. I’m not a person who gives compliments very often, especially at practice. Let’s do this song, let’s do that song, let’s do it over. That’s it. I guess Dave is a person who needs reassurance sometimes. I notice that, so I try and do that more often. DF: So you call all the shots? KC: Yeah. I ask their opinions about things. But ultimately, it’s my decision. I always feel weird saying that; it feels egotistical But we’ve never argued. Dave, Krist and I have never screamed at each other. Ever. It’s not like they’re afraid to bring up anything. I always ask their opinion, and we talk about it. And eventually, we all come to the same conclusions. DF: Haven’t there been any issues where there was at least heated discussion? KC: Yeah, the songwriting royalties. I get all the lyrics. The music, I get 75 percent, and they get the rest. I think that’s fair. But at the time, I was on drugs when that came up. And so they thought that I might start asking for more things. They were afraid that I was going to go our of my mind and start putting them on salary, stuff like that. But even then we didn’t yell at each other. And we split everything else evenly. DF: With all of your reservations about playing Smells Like Teen Spirit and writing the same kind of song over and over, do you envision a time when there is no Nirvana? That you’ll try to make it alone? KC: I don’t think I could ever do a solo thing, the Kurt Cobain Project. DF: Doesn’t have a very good ring to it, either. KC: No . But yes, I would like to work with people who are totally, completely the opposite of what I’m doing now. Something way out there, man. DF: That doesn’t bode well for the future of Nirvana and the kind of music you make together. KC: That’s what I’ve been kind of hinting at in this whole interview. That we’re almost exhausted. We’ve gone to the point where things are becoming repetitious. There’s not something you can move up toward, there’s not something you can look forward to. The best times that we ever had were right when Nevermind was coming out and we went on that American tour where we were playing clubs. They were totally sold out, and the record was breaking big, and there was this massive feeling in the air, this vibe of energy. Something really special was happening. I hate to actually even say it, but I can’t see this band lasting more than a couple more albums, unless we really work hard on experimenting. I mean, let’s face it. When the same people are together doing the same job, they’re limited. I’m really interested in studying different things, and I know Krist and Dave are as well. But I don’t know if we are capable of doing it together. I don’t want to put our another record that sounds like the last three records. I know we’re gonna put our one more record, at least, and I have a pretty good idea what it’s going to sound like: pretty ethereal, acoustic, like R.E.M.s last album. If I could write just a couple of songs as good as what they’ve written … I don’t know how that band does what they do. God, they’re the greatest. They’ve dealt with their success like saints, and they keep delivering great music. That’s what I’d really like to see this band do. Because we are stuck in such a rut. We have been labeled. R.E.M. is what? College rock? That doesn’t really stick. Grunge is as potent a term as New Wave. You can’t get out of it. It’s going to be passé. You have to take a chance and hope that either a totally different audience accepts you or the same audience grows with you. DF: And what if the kids just say, We don’t dig it, get lost? KC: Oh, well. Fuck ‘em. © David Fricke,

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Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a trend As an old enemy Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, dont be late Take a rest as a friend, as an old memoria A memoria Memoria A memoria You were a child Crawling on your knees toward it Making momma so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing Picking the insects off the plants No time to think of consequences Control yourself Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanting To be haunted Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend As a known enemy Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, dont be late Take a rest as a friend, as an old memoria A memoria Memoria A memoria The water is warm But it’s sending me shivers A baby is born Crying out for attention Memories fade Like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made Not bought But I thought this wouldnt hurt a lot I guess not Control yourself Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanting To be haunted And I swear that I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun Control yourself Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanting To be haunted You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round I want your love I want your love You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round    You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round You spin me right round, baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round I want your Love       I want your Love

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel hair and babys breath Broken hymen of Your Highness, Im left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice, your advice, your advice

Fight tuberculosis, folks Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals On North Park Street The Priest they called him Fight tuberculosis, folks People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall It was getting late and no money to score He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight Boy got out with a suitcase Thin kid in prep school clothes Familiar face, the Priest told himself Watching from the doorway Reminds me of something a long time ago The boy, there, with his overcoat Unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare The cab drove away and turned the corner The boy went inside a building Hmm, yes, maybe, the suitcase was there in the doorway The boy nowhere in sight Gone to get the keys, most likely, have to move fast He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner Made it, glanced down at the case It didnt look like the case the boy had or any boy would have The Priest couldnt put his finger on what was so old about the case Old and dirty, poor quality leather and heavy Better see whats inside He turned into Lincoln Park Found an empty place and opened the case Two severed human legs that belonged to a young man With dark skin, shiny black leg hairs Glittered in the dim streetlight The legs had been forced into the case And he had to use his knee on the back of the case to shove them out Legs, yet, he said and walked quickly away with the case Might bring a few dollars to score The buyer sniffed suspiciously Kind of a funny smell about it Its just Mexican leather Well, some joker didnt cure it The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is Three is the best I can do and it hurts But since this is Christmas and youre the Priest He slipped three notes under the table into the Priests dirty hand The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy and furtive Three cents didnt buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back Unless I paid him the three cents I owe him Yeah, isnt that a fruit for ya, blow your stack about three lousy cents The doctor was not pleased to see him Now, what do you want? I told you! The Priest laid three bills on the table The doctor put the money in his pocket and started to scream Ive had trouble! People have been around! I may lose my license! The Priest just sat there Eyes, old and heavy with years of junk, on the doctors face I cant write you a prescription The doctor jerked open a drawer And slid an ampule across the table Thats all I have in the office! The doctor stood up Take it and get out! he screamed, hysterical The Priests expression did not change The doctor added in quieter tones After all, Im a professional man And I shouldnt be bothered by people like you Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldnt you lend me a nickel? Get out, get out, Ill call the police I tell you All right, doctor, Im going Of course it was cold and far walk to rooming house A shabby street, room on the top floor These stairs, coughed the Priest There pulling himself up along the bannister He went into the bathroom Yellow wall panels, toilet dripping And got his works from under the washbasin Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room Get every drop in the dropper He rolled up his sleeve Then he heard a groan from next door Room 18, the Mexican kid lived there The Priest had passed him on the stairs And saw the kid was hooked But he never spoke because he didnt want any juvenile connections Bad news in any language The Priest had had enough bad news in his life He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel No mistaking that groan and what it meant Maybe he had an accident or something In any case, I cant enjoy my priestly medications With that sound coming through the wall Thin walls you understand The Priest put down his dropper Cold hall and knocked on the door of Room 18 Quien es? Its the Priest, kid, I live next door He could hear someone hobbling across the floor A bolt slid, the boy stood there in his underwear shorts Eyes black with pain, he started to fall The Priest helped him over to the bed Whats wrong, son? Its my legs, señor, cramps And now I am without medicine The Priest could see the cramps Like knots of wood there in the young legs Dark shiny black leg hairs A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race It was then that the cramps started And now he has the leg cramps back With compound junk interest The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy groan He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper Its just a quarter G, kid I do not require much, señor The boy was sleeping when the Priest left Room 18 He went back to his room and sat down on the bed Then it hit him like heavy silent snow All the gray junk yesterdays He sat there, received the immaculate fix And since he was himself a priest There was no need to call one

Running nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still havent had my full fill End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? Broken heart and broken bones Finger plaster cast and horse pills One more quirky cliché phrase Youre the one I wanna refill End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? Words are broken lives. Most people dont realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? Running nose and runny yolk Even if you have a cold still You can cough on me again I still havent had my full fill End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound? End it someday Whats that sound?

What else should I be All apologies What else should I say Everyone is gay What else could I write I dont have the right What else should I be All apologies In the sun In the sun I feel as one In the sun In the sun Im married Buried Buried I wish I was like you Easily amused Find my nest of salt Everythings my fault Ill take all the blame Aqua sea-foam shame Sunburn with freezer-burn Choking on the ashes of her enemy In the sun In the sun I feel as one In the sun In the sun Im married Buried Buried All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are All in all is all we all are

This is a hard, core beat You even can dance if you like You wont get in trouble And if you had some space You wont know who hit ya You wont even give a fuck Watching them take you away Is it wrong or right Yeah! Whats with the wait you waiter You only ate your garnish I ordered spam and rice Is this to say your fired We danced on the tabletops We only have a dollar We ordered too many cocktails Watching the weight of the world

Im so happy because today Ive found my friends Theyre in my head Im so ugly, but thats okay, cause so are you Weve broken our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday for all I care And Im not scared Light my candles in a daze Cause Ive found god Hey, hey, hey Im so lonely but thats okay I shaved my head And Im not sad And just maybe Im to blame for all Ive heard But Im not sure Im so excited, I cant wait to meet you there But I dont care Im so horny but thats okay My will is good Hey, hey, hey I like it, Im not gonna crack I miss you, Im not gonna crack I love you, Im not gonna crack I killed you, Im not gonna crack I like it, Im not gonna crack I miss you, Im not gonna crack I love you, Im not gonna crack I killed you, Im not gonna crack Im so happy cause today Ive found my friends Theyre in my head Im so ugly, thats okay, cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday for all I care And Im not scared Light my candles in a daze Cause Ive found god Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I like it, Im not gonna crack I miss you, Im not gonna crack I love you, Im not gonna crack I killed you, Im not gonna crack I like it, Im not gonna crack I miss you, Im not gonna crack I love you, Im not gonna crack I killed you, Im not gonna crack

Sure I can shit anywhere And I promise you here I will shit on this stage and Ill Crawl in it, sound in it, falling down and I... I choose to shit anywhere And I promise to shit on your head if you want I have a God and a father to flounder and follow my life anywhere And always I will do what I need God Im shit Ill shit anywhere And now I choose to shit on your face and Im, right And God, oh God, oh wife Why the hell am I not safe Im new wave, Im new wave, Im new wave Im new wave, Im new wave, Im new wave Im old school, Im old school Im new wave, Im a threat Im a wave, Im away I am wave and I shit anywhere that I please

Come as you are, as you were As I want you to be As a friend, as a friend As an old enemy Take your time, hurry up The choice is yours, dont be late Take a rest as a friend As an old... Memoria, memoria Memoria, memoria Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend, as a friend As an old... Memoria, memoria Memoria, memoria And I swear that I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, ​I dont have a gun Memoria, memoria Memoria, memoria And I swear that I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun No, I dont have a gun Memoria, memoria Memoria, memoria

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel hair and babys breath Broken hymen of Your Highness, Im left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! I got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Your advice Your advice

Ready? Even if you own a wide Even if you rack, I may say I could never want a bribe Ive been there for matter, well said In the someday, with my sound In the someday, with my sound In the someday, with my sound In the someday Even if you wanted light I could never matter to play Even if you want a life Even if I like it, youre sad In the someday, in my sound In the someday, in my sound In the someday, in my sound In the someday, in my sound Even if you own a wife Even if you wanted one thing I could never want a life I could never, only one day In the someday, in my sound In the someday, in my sound In the someday, in my sound In the someday, in my sound

Load up on guns and bring your friends Its fun to lose and to pretend Shes over-bored and self-assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low With the lights out, its less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us Im worse at what I do best And for this gift, I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low With the lights out, its less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino A mosquito, my libido And I forget just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard, its hard to find Oh well, whatever, nevermind Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low With the lights out, its less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A denial, a denial A denial, a denial A denial, a denial A denial, a denial

He-hey Jeff! Just because Im curious, ehm What are you doing on saturday August 20th? Well, I dont know what youre gonna do but Im going to the second annual 1988 Capital Lake Jam And Im going to rock to the sounds of Swallow, Nirvana, My Name, Infamous Menagerie Mhmm... Sounds like a real boring time! What time does this start? It goes from 4PM to 8:30 at the Capital Lake Park Sponsored by the Olympia Parks and Recreation Department and the Safe and Sober Task Force For more info call 753-8380 And remember dont ride with a drinkin drive

Ive got my hands right now in every wound I’ve been here before but not with you I still got some pain but it’s over now The sun shines on you but I don’t know how I dont care, I feel as one Drowned in the sun now I dont care, I feel as one I dont care, I feel as one Drowned in the sun now Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun I know I’m a weirdo and I like it So in love but yeah, it’s a secret I know it’s wrong, but I needed to To get my hands cleaned of what feeds you I dont care, I feel as one Drowned in the sun now I dont care, I feel as one I dont care, I feel as one Drowned in the sun now Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun Drowned in the Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun Drowned in the sun

Lately Ive been, Ive been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be, oh Baby, Ive been, Ive been praying hard Ive been praying hard Said no more counting dollars Well be counting stars I see this life like a swinging vine Swing my heart across the line In my face is flashing signs Seek it out and you shall find Old, but Im not that old Young, but Im not that bold I dont think the world is sold Im just doing what were told I feel something so right doing the wrong thing I feel something so wrong doing the right thing I could lie, could lie, could lie Everything that kills me makes me feel alive Lately Ive been, Ive been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be Baby, Ive been, Ive been praying hard Said no more counting dollars Well be counting stars Ooooh, you take the clothes off my back And I let you Youd steal the food right out my mouth And Id watch you eat it I still dont know why Why I love it so much, ohh yeah You curse my name In spite to put me to shame Have my laundry in the streets Dirty or clean, give it up for fame And I still dont know why Why I love it so much Said no more counting dollars, well be counting stars Baby, its amazing Im in this maze with you I just cant crack your code One day youre screamin you love me loud The next day youre so cold One day youre here, one day youre there, one day you care Youre so unfair Sipping from your cup till it runneth over Holy Grail, holy grail ooooh! Holy grail And were all just entertainers And were stupid, and contagious Cuz were all just Entertainers And were stupid Oh! Ive been praying Entertainers And were stupid And contagious Oh! Ive been praying Ill be praying, well be counting stars

Dave Grohl: Horrified! Kurt Cobain: I stand horrified! When I have a hand When I have a hand When I need a rest From all that Ive had I know that Ive had Comin to her sin When I know Ive had Lend a helpin hand And Ill help herself When I ya When I ya When I ya When I ya When I ya When I ya When I know Im there When I smell her stare I know no one breathe Send my soul right there Sell my soul right there And Ill know Ill be From all that I have When I know I have When I have a plan When I ya When I ya When I ya Tonight ya Tonight ya Tonight ya

Jon Savage: Did you have problems in high school? Kurt Cobain: Yeah. You know I felt so different and so crazy that people just left me alone. I always felt that they would vote me Most likely to kill everyone at a high school dance. You know? Kurt Cobain: My mother has always tried to keep a little bit of English culture in our family. Like wed drink tea all the time. You know. Although Ive never really known my ancestry. I didnt even know, until this year, that the name Cobain was Irish. I found out through different phone books throughout America, I couldnt find any Cobains at all. So I started calling Coburns, and I found this one lady in San Francisco, and she had been researching our family history. And it came from County Cork, which is a weird coincidence, because when we toured, we played in Cork. And the entire day I walked around in a daze. Id never felt more spiritual in my life. I was almost in tears the whole day. It was the weirdest thing. Kurt Cobain: I had a really good childhood until the divorce. Then all of a sudden my whole world changed. I couldnt face some of my friends at school. I desperately wanted to have the classic, typical family: mother, father. Kurt Cobain: Because I couldnt find any friends, male friends that I felt compatible with, I ended up hanging out with the girls a lot. And I just always felt that they werent treated with respect, especially because women are just totally oppressed. I mean the words bitch and cunt were totally common. Although I listened to Aerosmith and Led Zeppelin, and I really did enjoy some of the melodies theyd written, it took me so many years to realize that a lot of it had to do with sexism. The way that they just wrote about their dicks and having sex. I was just starting to understand what really was pissing me off so much, those last couple of years of high school. And then punk rock was exposed and then it all came together. It just fit together like a puzzle. Kurt Cobain: it expressed the way I felt socially and politically, and-- just everything. You know. It was the anger that I felt. The alienation. Jon Savage: Did you have problems with people thinking that you were gay? Kurt Cobain: Yeah. I even thought that I was gay. I thought that might be the solution to my problem. Although I never experimented with it, I had a gay friend, and then my mother wouldnt allow me to be friends with him anymore because, well, shes homophobic. It was real devastating, because finally Id found a male friend who I actually hugged and was affectionate to and we talked about a lot of things. Jon Savage: So did you stop? Kurt Cobain: Yeah, I couldnt hang out with him anymore. Jon Savage: How do you sing? Kurt Cobain: Most of the time, I sing right from my stomach. Right from where my stomach pain is. Doctors... Every time Ive had an endoscope, they find a red irritation in my stomach. But its all from anger. And screaming. I mean not only is my stomach-- has an inflamed irritation, but I have scoliosis. And the weight of the guitar has made my back grow in this curvature. So it gives me a back pain all the time, you know. Im always in pain, too, and that really adds to the anger in our music. It really does. Im kind of grateful for it in a way. Jon Savage: Maybe youre feeling a bit better now... Kurt Cobain: Yeah. Especially since Ive been married and Ive had a child. You know, within the last year, my whole mental state and my physical state has almost improved 100 percent. I havent felt this optimistic since... right before the divorce, you know?

Johnny was a homo Kept his body clean Moved to San Francisco Caught a big disease Raped by his Daddy Told he was at fault Living life unhappy Covered up in salt We’re living in a time of change Too many things you feel afraid to Think against the will of God Maybe someday soon they’ll realize they’re wrong Lucy was a lesbian No, no fun in the sack Moved to Acapulco Nothing goes in her hole Then she met Johnny They dated, went to formal He and she got naughty Found out that it’s normal We’re living in a time of changing Too many things you feel afraid to Doing many things against the will of God Maybe someday soon they’ll realize they’re wrong Made not born

Hello Hello Hello Mimi Hello Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Bom bom Load up on bring your friends Its fun to lose and to pretend Shes over bored and self-assured Mimi Oh, no Mimi I know a dirty word Oh! Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/How low Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/How low With the lights out Mimimimi Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid Mimimimi Here we are now Entertain us Me me me mu An albino A mosquito Me me me mo Me me moo Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/How low Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/How low Bom bom bom bom And I forget just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard, its hard to find Oh well Whatever, nevermind Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/How low Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/How low With the lights out Mee mee mee mee Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid Mee mee mee mee Here we are now Entertain us Mee mee mee mu An albino A mosquito Mee mee mee mumu Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/Hello Bom bom, Mimi/How low Yeah Yeah Yeah Mee mee Yeah/Mee

Ahem Underground Celebritism Like to hit you with my jism Meeting people going places Like to smash them in the faces

Oh my love Oh my love Oh my love Oh my love

Just stepping off the sidewalk The bullies are offending me The fear I should have turned from The spoken word is obsolete Don’t let the bastard tempt you My hallow grasp is getting me I can no longer write this My journal has lost its freedom wonder who you are Your body burns in me It’s really like disease And it stops the rain Too weak to….. It’s so pathetic Not impressed by the bonds being.... ....Worth four hundred dollars Ended up the same I’m giving you what you think I’d settle mine for some green I do not want the brain scan I’d rather play with Vaseline Than know you lied to me But it burns in me A pretty sight to see And it stops the rain Too weak to fight Ahhh....

Hey, the love of two A desire, is whats for you Is it real, a lullaby? Face to face, with an unamed mouth Hey! hey! heyyyy! hey! hey! heyyyy! Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for And his lions were raging high, hunts himself & fears his ripe Hey! hey! heyyyy! hey! hey! heyyyy! Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals Ive trapped Have all become my pets And Im living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling Its okay to eat fish Cause they dont have any feelings Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, yeah...mmmh Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, oh...mmmh Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals Ive trapped Have all become my pets And Im living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling Its okay to eat fish Cause they dont have any feelings Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, oh...mmmh Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, oh...mmmh Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, oh...mmmh Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, oh...mmmh Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, oh...mmmh Something in the way...mmmh Something in the way, oh...mmmh

She has a moist vagina I particularly enjoy the circumference Ive been sucking the warts of her anus Of her anus I prefer her to any other Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana She had a moist vagina I prefer her to any other Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Marijuana Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

So my tensions, feed me Im fucking hungry Degrade me I want my gun back Lifes a fucking résumé Experience, credentials Experience, the process People freaking everyday White lights, sitting inside And then you get sicker, then you Get a little better than a blasphemy Mommy has a vendetta against daddy Walls are set up Baby is sad to find that daddy Exploring only Lifes a fucking résumé Experience, credentials Experience, imposters People freaking everyday White diligence, sickening, and pessimist It is a lot worse than it appears on the cover of a... Hold me, so my tensions Degrade me, Im fucking hungry Feed me, the walls of comfort Exhume me, I want my complex back Cold naked man, picked up his scabs And fed them, to the pidgeons Help him, hes so cornered Kill him, you mercy mourner Lifes a fucking résumé Experience, credentials Experience, the imposters People freaking everyday White lie, running inside And then you get the complete sentence of a... Hold me, fucking hoses Help me, until my tensions Graze me, Im really hungry Degrade me, I want my complex back Thank you, and good night

Next time you gimme your gaze Think about mork sinny goal That tricky grass for me Aw, T.V., youre in my nose Oh, baby, baby, big red bally Aint it just a big ol ball? My baby, youre not crazy Might be youre lone cough cough choke Come on, gimme a drag Bambino, see your diamond landing Well baby, youre not so mean Tell you like a horny nuclear This damn baby, she wants my skillo Hawk sooner, Im a witness You like, like...hog Lazy bread in your cocktail Kurt mazy, youre not bad My only dude, you are my best friend Shes cat damned Damn, damned easy My heads a big smile

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnetar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice, advice Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel’s hair and babys breath Broken hymen of your Highness, Im left back Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice, advice Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice, advice

Ehehehe, down, ah I dont like you And Im gonna beat you up No, no, no! No! Im telling, Im telling my mom! Aww, beat it. In the name of Satan, Im gonna kill you! Cause I dont like your face Ehehehehehehe Pew pew, ohhh Pew pew, ouch

Shooting Paint the Raiding Grandmas garages Selling Personal possessions for bucks Ah, thats my daddys Favorite gold plated watch Step in a basket from apples Scrubbing my nerves with wild rust Massive intentions, fluid thoughts of death into my nuts Bambi slaughter, it aint the same as killing humans Bambi slaughter, it aint the same as killing humans Bambi slaughter, it aint the same as killing humans Stand away Been awhile Looking The medicine cabinet for drugs Stealing Tobacco from grocery stores Scamming Tapes from my trustworthy friends They just need planning Pretty little houses to rob

information, thats assassin This is awkward, I could kiss you, thats a mission of the kiss, thats a mission Thats a robber of

Load up on guns, bring your friends Its fun to lose and to pretend Shes over-bored and self-assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, its less dangerous Here we are now; entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now; entertain us Im worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low With the lights out, its less dangerous Here we are now; entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now; entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Yeah, hey And I forget just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard; its hard to find Oh well, whatever, never mind Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, its less dangerous Here we are now; entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now; entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido With the lights out, its less dangerous Here we are now; entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now; entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido

Im so happy cause today I found my friends Theyre in my head Im so ugly Thats okay cause so are you We broke our mirrors Sunday morning Is everyday for all I care And Im not scared Light my candles In a daze cause Ive found God Im so lonely Thats okay, I shaved my head And Im not sad And just maybe Im to blame for all Ive heard But Im not sure Im so excited I cant wait to meet you there But I dont care Im so horny But thats okay, my will is good Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I like it Im not gonna crack I miss you, Im not gonna crack I love you, Im not gonna crack I killed you, Im not gonna crack I like it Im not gonna crack I miss you, Im not gonna crack I love you, Im not gonna crack I killed you, Im not gonna crack Im so happy cause today I found my friends Theyre in my head Im so ugly, thats okay cause so are you We broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday for all I care And Im not scared Light my candles In a daze Cause I found God I like it Im not gonna crack I miss you Im not gonna crack I love you Im not gonna crack I killed you Im not gonna crack I like it Im not gonna crack I miss you Im not gonna crack I love you Im not gonna crack I killed you Im not gonna crack

She says shes changed She says shes cured She says shes mine Bull...bull... Come over here for a second I want you to see something Why is this happening to me? Why is this real? The sound of dentage and I know The sound of dentage and I see Its come to get me and I hope The sound of wallet is mine She says shes changed She says shes cured She says shes mine Bull...bull Come over here for a second I want you to see something Why is this happening to me? Why is this real? The sound of dentage and I know The sound of dentage and I see Its come to get me and I hope The crafty wallet is mine Had to throw up all day Like to make experiments Like to go and stock thee boiled carcass on my ??? Listen to me, to me Listen to me, to me Listen to me, to me Come over here for a second I want you to see something Why is this happening to me? Why is this real? The sound of vengeance and I know The sound of dentage and I see Its come to get me and I know The sound vengeance is mine Is mine... is mine... is mine... Is mine...

My girl, my girl, dont lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines I would shiver the whole night through Her husband was a hardworking man Till a mile and a half from here His head was found in a driving wheel And his body never was found My girl, my girl, dont lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines I would shiver the whole night through My girl, my girl, where will you go? Im goin where the cold winds blow In the pines, in the pines Where the sun dont ever shine I would shiver the whole night through My girl, my girl, dont lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines I would shiver the whole night through My girl, my girl, dont lie to me Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines I would shiver the whole night through

Come on over, do the twist, aha Overdo it and have a fit, aha Come on over, Shoot The Shit! aha Love you so much, it makes me sick, aha Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Come on over and do the twist, aha Overdo it and have a fit, aha Come on over, Shoot The Shit! aha Love you so much, it makes me sick, aha Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me Beat me out of me [Outro} She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart She keeps it pumpin straight to my heart

Underneath The Bridge Tarp Has Sprung A Leak And The Animals Ive Trapped All Become My Pets And Im Living Off Of Grass And The Drippings From The Ceiling Its Okay Eating Fish Cause They Dont Have Any Feelings Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm... Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm... Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm... Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm... Underneath The Bridge Tarp Has Sprung A Leak And The Animals Ive Trapped All Become My Pets And Im Living Off Of Grass And The Drippings From The Ceiling Its Okay Eating Fish Cause They Dont Have Any Feelings Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm... Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm... Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm... Something In The Way Mmmm... Something In The Way Yeah, Mmmm...

You’re covered in security I won’t let it bother me Waiting for the same to fall Living all my time alone Dreaming outside And I got this dream Where I have a girl like you I’ll go outta my way to bring you a deal I’ll wet my bed I’ll wear high heels I’ll go outta my way to prove I still Smell him on you She’s waiting for a plane to rise Everything a similar time Waiting to fly to Rome Never, never undercover Dreaming outside And I got this dream Where I have a girl like you I’ll go outta my way to bring you a deal I’ll wet my bed I’ll wear high heels I’ll go outta my way to prove I still Smell him on you Truth, covered in security I won’t let ya smother me We knew more to be wrong Having less time back home Dreaming outside I got this dream Where I have a girl like you I’ll go outta my way to bring you a deal I’ll wet my bed I’ll wear high heels I’ll go outta my way to make you a deal, I cannot live, I cannot breathe I’ll go outta my way to make you a deal I’ll wet my bed I’ll wear high heels I’ll go outta my way to prove I still smell him on you I still smell him on you Smell him on you

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak Ive been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks Ive been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet Cut myself on angel hair and babys breath Broken hymen of Your Highness, Im left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Hey! Wait! Ive got a new complaint Forever in debt to your priceless advice Your advice