If you wouldn't mind I would like to blew

If you wouldn't mind I would like to lose

If you wouldn't care I would like to leave

If you wouldn't mind I would like to breathe

Is there another reason for your stain

Could you believe who we knew stress or strain?

Here is another word that rhymes with shame

You could do anything

Hello Cobain, come on in

Floyd observes my hairy chin

Sit down in the chair don't be afraid

Steamed hot towel on my face

I was shaved

I was shaved

I was shamed

Barney ties me to a chair

I can't see I'm really scared

Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip

Pee-pee pressed against my lips

I sense others in the room

Opie, Aunt Bea, I presume

They take turns and cut me up

I die smothered in Andy's clutch

I need an easy friend

I do... with an ear to lend

I do... think you fit this shoe

I do... but you have a clue

I'll take advantage while

You hang me out to dry

But I can't see you every night free

I'm standing in your line

I do... hope you have the time

I do... pick a number too

I do... keep a date with you

Won't you believe it

It's just my luck

No recess

You're in high school again

Would you believe me when I tell you

You are the queen of my heart

Please don't deceive me when I hurt you

Just ain't the way it seems

Can you feel my love buzz?

At my feeding time

She pushes food through the door

I crawl towards the cracks of light

Sometimes I can't find my way

Newspapers spread around

Soaking all that they can

A cleaning is due again

A good hosing down

The lady whom I feel maternal love for

Cannot look me in the eyes

But I see hers and they are blue

And they cock and twist and masturbate

I said so

Nirvana

Black windows of paint

I scratch with my nails

I see others just like me

Why do they not try to escape?

They bring out the older ones

They point at my way

They come with the flashing lights

And take my family away

And very later I have learned to

Accept some friends of ridicule

My whole existence is for your amusement

And that is why I'm here with you!

Ow...to take you with me...

Your right

Nirvana

This is out of our range... and it's grown

This is getting to be... droan

I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned

Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more

Yeah! Droan! Stoned!

In my eyes, I'm not lazy

In my face, It's not over

In your room, I'm not older

In your eyes, I'm not worth it

Gimme back my alcohol

Give me all your...

Give me your

Love

Fuck

They need a lifestyle that is comfortable

They travel far to keep their stomachs full

They make a living off of arts and crafts

The kind with seashells, driftwood, and burlap

They make a deal when they come to town

The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground

She loves him more than he will ever know

He loves her more than he will ever show

Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart

Keeps her photographs close to her heart

They keeps the bitterness close to the heart

Fill me in on your new vision

Wake me up with indecision

Help me trust your mighty wisdom

Yes I eat cow I am not proud

Show me how you question, question

Lead the way to my temptations

Take my hand and give it cleaning

As I eat cow I am not proud

Easy in an easychair

Poop as hard as rock

I don't like you anyway

Silly little fucks

I'm new

I'm who?

I'm you

Afraid to grade

Wouldn't it be fun?

Cross, self-loss

Wouldn't it be fun?

Wet your bed

Wouldn't it be fun?

Some fear none

Wouldn't it be fun?

Your eyes... Teacher said

Your eyes... Preacher said

Don't have nothing for you

Spell the smell

Wouldn't it be fun?

Search for a church

Wouldn't it be fun?

Wet your bed

Wouldn't it be fun?

Cold and coals

Wouldn't it be fun?

Big cheese Makes me

Mine says, "Go to the office"

Big cheese Makes me

Mine says, "What'd it say?"

Black is black, straight back

Need more enemies

Show you all what a man is

Big lies Makes my

Mine says, "Go to the office"

Big cheese Makes me

Message? What is it?

Black is black, straight back

Need more enemies

She is glue how are you?

Ohhhhh, nice

Butchered sincerity, act out of loyalty

Defend your true country, wish away pain

Hand out lobotomies, to save little families

Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, pain

Hold me down in restitution

Living out your date with fusion

Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard

Don't feel guilty, master writing

Somebody says that they are not much like I am

I know I can make enough words for you to follow along

I sing your song

Sickening pessimists, hypocrite master

Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards

Thank you, dear God for putting me on this Earth

I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst