by Kurt Cobain
Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
With the lights out, it's 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
I'm worst at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
A denial
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Smells Like Teen Spirit
Labels: anxiety, disharmony, nonsense
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