text: Krist: Heres a band like "Extreme," some total schlock-rock band. We played with them at some festival. I dont know why, but—um—they are in an alternate reality than ours. They are in that "rocknroll" rock-reaity. They—bec—and, its just, its a different reality!
  Kurt: And they want—They surround themselves with these professional dickhead, commercial rocknroll guys, who like, when theyd show up at an airport their-their manager runs in ahead of them and-and tells the people who are greeting them at their label—
  Krist: "No video. No video."
  Kurt: "No video. We want a path straight to the-to the van. Heres what we need, we want a path straight to the van. We dont want any pictures taken." Yknow, and its like, "so what?" 
  Krist: And Im not even really—sure if theyre aware that things can actually operate on a different level
  Dave: I dont think theyre aware of how much they suck!
  Kurt: 
  Krist: Yeah, yeah, thats true
  Underneath the bridge
  Tarp has sprung a leak
  And the animals Ive trapped
  Have all become my pets
  And Im livin off of grass
  And the drippins from my 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