IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS:
Songs That Make Reference To Kurt Cobain

He needs a quiet room
With a lock to keep him in
It's just a quiet room
And he's there
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played
Hmm mmm mmm
He's never been in love
But he knows just what love is
He says "never mind"
And no one speaks
He thinks he drinks too much
'Cause when he tells his two best friends
"I think I drink too much"
No one speaks
No one speaks
No one speaks
Hmm hmm mmm mmm mmm hmm hmm mmm
He plays an old guitar
With a coin found by the phone
It was his friends guitar
That he played
When he plays
No one speaks
No one speaks
And he plays
No one speaks

You look good in my dress
I'll get your friends to clean the mess
You look good in my clothes
I can feel you where the doctor goes

My beautiful son
Yeah, I know

He had ribbons in his hair
And lipstick was everywhere
You look good in my dress
You look good in my dress

My beautiful son
Yeah, I know

You're barren like me
You're barren

My beautiful son

He walks the streets alone
His day's complete
Another showdown
Between the sheets
When he remembers
The first time score
The scene was nasty
And his ring was sore

He saw his chance
To make it big
Red rubber mask
And a dreadlock wig
New Music Seminar
He made a scene
He drove them crazy
They made him scream

Tacoma Washington
A motel room
A sordid wedding
They switched as groom
They rode him hard
But it just felt fine
He got to sign
The dotted line

I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog beg
Yeah, they really want you
They really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you
They really want you and I do too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much, it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache

I am doll parts, bad skin, doll heart
It stands for knife
For the rest of my life
Yeah, they really want you
They really want you, they really do
Yeah, they really want you
They really want you, but I do too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
He only loves those things
Because he loves to see them break
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache

She wasn't perfect
She had some trips of her own
He wasn't worried
At least he wasn't alone (Too late)
He sleeps with angels (Too soon)
He's always on someone's mind
He sleeps with angels (Too late)
He sleeps with angels (Too soon)

She was a teen queen
She saw the dark side of life
She made things happen
But when he did it that night
She ran up phone bills
She moved around from town to town (Too late)
He sleeps with angels (Too soon)
He's always on someone's mind
He sleeps with angels
He sleeps with angels

Yeah all those stars drip down like butter
And promises are sweet
We hold out our pans with our hands to catch them
We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up

Hey, let me in
Hey, let me in

I only wish that I could hear you whisper down
Mr Fisher moved to a less peculiar ground
He gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around
To say goodbye
Nice try.

Hey, let me in
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey, let me in

I had a mind to try to stop you
Let me in. Let me in
Well, I got tar on my feet and I can't see all the birds look down and laugh at me
Clumsy, crawling out of my skin

Hey, let me in
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey, let me in
Hey, let me in
Yeah yeah yeah
Hey, let me in

Vacate is the word… vengeance has no place on me or her
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tear… vessel stabbed… next up, volunteers
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere…
A truant finds home… and a wish to hold on…
But there's a trapdoor in the sun…

Immortality…

As privileged as a whore… victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered… executed anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor…
A truant finds home… and a wish to hold on too…
He saw the trapdoor in the sun…

I cannot stop the thought… I'm running in the dark…
Coming up a which way sign… all good truants must decide…
Oh, stripped and sold, mom… auctioned forearm…
And whiskers in the sink…
Truants move on… cannot stay long
Some die just to live…
Ohh…

Well there are some who don't even care
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I can't believe that Kurt Cobain is dead
I wish that it was Axl Rose instead
I can't believe that Kurt Cobain is dead
And he's dead… alright. Yeah, he's really… alright now
I can't believe that Kurt Cobain is dead
I wish that it was Axl Rose instead
A big word to that fact that I wish that it was someone else instead

I'll love you anyway
You rode off in the sun
But I'll love you anyway
Love you anyway
One day you're gone
I wish it was yesterday

I'm happy I got to know you
I'm happy we got to hug
I'm happy I smashed your guitar with you
I'm happy we shared some love

You said you were gonna send me some of your drawings!
You said you were gonna send me some of your drawings!
You said you wanted to record with The Stinky Puffs!
I was gonna go to Seattle so we could do some drawings!

I'll love you anyway
Even if you're gone
I'll love you anyway
Love you every day
I miss you so much
But I love you anyway

How long can you stand
Tightening up
Avoiding the fight
Avoiding the truth
Tighten the smile
Tighten the lie
Will you get what you want
To be cursed with your dreams
I hope for your sake
Something gets in the way

How long can you stand
Living under the lens
The kiss of success
The ensuing, all consuming, mess

Message of love
They arrive everyday
People you touch
Wasting away
People you don't know
Give you no choice

And you're sick to your stomach
At the sound of your voice
And the shape of your face
And the sound of your name
They send you pictures of yourself
It's someone you don't know
And they call you a genius
Cause you're easier to sell
But the fire in your belly
That gave you the songs
Is suddenly gone
And you feel like a fake

Is that what you want?
I hope for your sake
You've got what it takes
You've got what it takes
You've got what it takes
To be spoilt to death

Could you turn up the track a little bit, please

My mouth fell open
Hoping that the truth would not be true
Refuse the news

I'm feeling sick now
What the fuck am I supposed to do
Just lose and lose

First time I saw you
You were sitting backstage in a dress
A perfect mess

You never knew this
But I wanted badly for you to
Requite my love

Left on the floor
Leaving your body
When highs are the lows
And lows are the way
So hard to stay
Guess now you know
I love you so

I liked your whiskers
And I liked the dimple in your chin
Your pale blue eyes

You painted pictures
'Cause the one who hurts can give so much
You gave me such

Left on the floor
Leaving your body
When highs are the lows
And lows are the way
So hard to stay
Guess now you know
I love you so

Don't be sad for what will never be
Be glad you didn't have to see
This time became a part of me
And now this burning memory
The sun will break the night till dawn
And then we'll tell some tales again
And when the time has come and gone
The wind will carry on and on

She lies in a bedpan
With her name scrawled on her back
It sure sounds funny
When you say his name like that

He lies in an empty room
With his hair burnt to the back
It sure sounds funny
When you say his name like that

Ship me off to the morgue
I'm ready to be buried
Alone way down in my bed, bed
And I'm alone without the sun

Ship me off to the morgue
I'm ready to be buried
Alone way down in my bed, bed
And I'm alone without the sun

Please just take one

And by the grace of God go I
Into the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

And if we gather, if we fall
Over the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600

Oh they're found dead, dead
And I am numb from watching TV

100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600

Oh they're just there, there
And I am numb from watching TV
Please don't break me

And by the grace of God go I
Into the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

And if we gather, if we fall
Over the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

Please just take one

And by the grace of God go I
Into the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

And if we gather, if we fall
Over the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

And if we gather, if we fall
Over the great unknown
Things are gonna change in our favor

A million dollar baby
Has lost its father today
The fallen angel stays in bed
With a bullet in his head
Success makes you horny
And pills calm you down
No more excuses silent cries the clown

Your wife will light a candle
To guide you on your way
Hope that you'll find
What you've been looking for
On a rainy april, rainy april day

The public wants answers
They don't wanna hear
And every kiss of yours is public property
You gave it all
But noone wants to own your fear
And fear is all you've left for your baby

Drawing a collective breath
I could cry myself to death
And wash this all away
In a flash you were gone
Leaving me a couple of songs
That I listen to everyday
And I don't even care
That you were so unfair
I worshiped one time at your feet
Save up our tears
Catalog all our fears
Give into the stretching years
Your words hit me just last night
When I saw it with the after sight
What was on your mind
Too late to ever change
Things go a little bit strange
You were too far behind
And the reasons I have to live
Are the reasons that you would give
To throw it all away
Save and freeze up our tears
Catalog all our fears
Give into the stretching years
But that's OK
And I can't understand
Why you folded with a winning hand
And decided to throw the bet
I just can't believe you'd leave
With an ace sticking up your sleeve
You could have paid off your debts
And I don't even care
That you were so unfair
I worshiped one time at your feet
Never heard what was said
All nerve ends are dead
Tinnitus ringing in my head
Save and freeze up our tears
Catalog all our fears
Give into the stretching years
Drown in my tears
Succumb to my fears
Give into the stretching years
But that's O.K.
I'm not O.K.
But that's O.K.

All right, let's rock it to Russia
Kurt Cobain was a rock singer for Nirvana
He rocked the United States by flying all over the country and playing that rock and roll
He is a good singer
He is my rock star

Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain

Nirvana's 1991 Nevermind album, which has sold more then ten million copies, turned Kurt Cobain into a spokesman for his generation
It is a mantle with which he was never comfortable
He can really rock like a Magikist
He can really play that rock and roll

Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain

I killed Kurt, I shot him dead
I put that gun up to his head
I pulled the trigger, took his life
I made it look like suicide
I did it for the good of all mankind
I can't stand to hear a rich junkie whine
I blew his brains all over the floor
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

No more grunge rock
No more headache
No more rock star
Now he's worm food

No more Nirvana, or whiny emo songs
I sent you back to hell, back to hell where you belong
I'm glad I blew your brains out, I'm glad I took your life
I just wish you could be around to see me kill your wife

Toward another he has gone
To breathe an air beyond his own
Toward a wisdom beyond the shelf
Toward a dream that dreams itself

About a boy
Beyond it all
About a boy
Beyond it all

From the forest from the foam
From the field that he had known
Toward a river twice as blessed
Toward the inn of happiness

About a boy
Beyond it all
About a boy
Beyond it all

From a chaos raging sweet
From the deep and dismal street
Toward another kind of peace
Toward the great emptiness

About a boy
Beyond it all
About a boy
Beyond it all

I stood among them, I listened
I stood among them, I listened not
I stood among them and I heard myself
Who I've loved better than you
So much so that I walked on
Into the face of God
Away from your world
And my sour stomach
Into the face of God, who said
Boy, I knew thee not, but boy
Now that I have you in my face
I embrace you, I welcome you
He was just a boy
Whirling in the snow
Just a little boy
Who would never grow

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

A hole in the head where the love won't grow
A hole in the place where the love can go

Hey everybody, have you heard the news? There's something going on at his estate
The radio ain't giving nobody's name, only clues in case they made a mistake

To cast him as a legend is a long shot, because another Lennon he is not

He had a wife and kid, a family, but sometimes that's just not enough
I guess his mother was right when she said, "He just joined The Stupid Club"

Read in the paper he's a spokesperson for some generation they call "X"
That's why I never read the paper no more, they're always changing their opinions to facts

They wrote about his social change, guess they meant his flannel and torn jeans

His talent got him more cash than he could spend, but sometimes that's just not enough
I guess his mother was right when she said, "He just joined The Stupid Club"

There ain't no contract in the world can't be broke, ain't no pressure that can't be relieved
He should've known that where there's fire there's smoke, which always makes it harder to breathe

If he didn't like the world view from the top, he should got himself a different job

He had to work so hard, with no guarantee, after paying his dues, where he'd end up
His talent got him more cash than he could spend, but sometimes that's just not enough
He had a wife and kid, a family, but sometimes that's just not enough
I guess his mother was right when she said, "He just joined The Stupid Club"

Too alarmin' now to talk about
Take your pictures down and shake it out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

Don't the best of them bleed it out
While the rest of them peter out?
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

Kudos, my hero, leavin' all the mess
You know my hero, the one that's on

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary
There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He's ordinary

Sweet greasy hair
And sweet grimy clothes
It was the year punk broke
In the year of our lord grunge

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Out on the West coast
Black Sabbath, Black Flag meet The Beatles
It was the Seattle sound that made me proud
In the year of our lord grunge

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah. yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Smashing our instruments a la The Who
Digging on Keith Moon
And the voice of John Lennon

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no

Lumberjack rockstar
Jagging in the audiences mouth
It was the year punk broke
In the year of our lord grunge

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Open your eyes
And turn off your mind
Step right up folks and you will find
A growing trend
An epidemic
Spread with zen
And hypodermics

Just close your mind
You can find all you need with your eyes

The big machines take care of
You until you kill yourself
And then the sales go through the roof
Calculated, formulated
Feed my head with simple thoughts
And let me breathe instead of being taught
All bottled up and tearing at the seams
I'm bored
Just let me breathe

A daily dose of eMpTyV
Will flush your mind right down the drain
Shannon Hoon and Kurt Cobain,
Make yourself a household name

Just close your mind
You can find all you need with your eyes

The big machines take care of you
Until you kill yourself
And then the sales go through the roof
Calculated, formulated
Feed my head with simple thoughts
And let me breathe instead of being taught
All bottled up and tearing at the seams
I'm bored
Just let me breathe

Strike up your best angst ridden posture
Manufactured anger
Let's not forget my legacy
All my heroes have failed me
Now they're dead and buried

Just close your mind
You can find all you need with your eyes

The big machines will take care of you
Until the fashion fades
And the checks go through
My bank roll's red and my face is blue
And still they'll turn their backs on you for
Someone new

Feed my head
With some real thoughts
And let me think instead
Of being taught
I'll say things
You won't believe
Just stand back
Just let me breathe…

When Kurt Cobain blew out his brain
All the little girls
They cried like rain
And as for me I felt the pain
But I got no T-shirts left to stain
For Kennedy and Jesse James
And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain

You can hear them crying down the lane
From Portland to Maryland
From Greece to Spain
As my life drips like coffee down the drain
My eyes dry up like a rusty chain
So Kennedy and Jesse James
Will have to cry for Kurt Cobain

It's a hard life and no one's to blame
When God's not on the morning train
If Cain don't kill Abel, Abel kills Cain
And tears now shed are shed in vain
For Kennedy and Jesse James
And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain

There's three new roses growin' in the lane
It was a long hard winter, but now there's rain
If you want my tears tell me your name
Give me you hand let me feel your pain
But for Kennedy and Jesse James
There's Joan af Arc and Kurt Cobain

Song about a sun beam song about a girl
Your voice still rings and echoes in my mind
So many words unspoken so many worlds apart
Your memory is all you left behind
Somewhere it all got crazy and now it's like a dream
And I knew that I blew it from the start
I was too freaked out to deal with it all
And too fucked up to care
I stood right there and watched it fall apart

Now LSD and Ecstasy don't help me
And my dance with Mr. Brownstone got too rough
Will you wake me without warning some jingle-jangle morning
We'll fly away to heaven on a star

Cause I love to watch you walk
And I love to hear you talk
But there's nothing I can say
To make you feel the same way

Now my friends are all I have now
But they're so far away
They all moved out of Seattle and back to L.A.

They ask me how I'm doing
And I ask them if they've seen you
But no one sees much of anyone these days

Now LSD and Ecstasy don't help me
And my dance with Mr. Brownstone got too rough
Will you wake me without warning some jingle-jangle morning
We'll fly away to heaven on a star

Cause I love to watch you walk and I love to hear you talk
But there's nothing I can say
To make you feel the same way
the same way

Ok, you had sedatives and cold champagne
They say "that must be the price of fame"
It's not a joke if you can choke on the thought of it
You're not my friend to defend if you're loving it
So Kurt I heard that you squeezed somebody's hand
It doesn't hurt if you think about your fans

Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again want your heroes dead

So high, if you think of the fans
So high, if you think of the fans

Ok, they got your file down at the CIA
They say you're worse than Manson for the USA
It's not grief if you can see through the source of it
It's only true if you're bruised by the force of it
So Kurt I heard that you opened up your eyes
They call it work but it don't make it civilised

Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again want your heroes dead

Ok, time takes your cigarette
They say it puts it in your mouth then you'll forget
No longer "live 105" can you hear me
The life expectancy of any popularity
So Kurt I heard that the side-show bet your life
It doesn't hurt but the worst go nevermind

Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again want your heroes dead
Kiro TV
Kiro TV
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again like it's oxygen
Kiro TV
They've got their visions again want your heroes dead

So high, if you think of the fans
So high, if you think of the fans

Last time I saw you, you were on stage
Your hair was wild, your eyes were red
And you were in a rage
You were swinging your guitar around
'Cause they wanted to hear that sound
But you didn't want to play
And I don't blame you
I don't blame you

Been around the world, in many situations
Been inside many heads in different positions
But you never wanted them that way
What a cruel price you thought that you had to pay
And that for all that shit on stage
But it never made sense to them anyway
Could you imagine if when they turned their backs
They were only scratching their heads
'Cause you simply deserve the best
And I don't blame you

They said you were the best
But then they were only kids
Then you would recall the deadly houses you grew up in
Just because they knew your name
Doesn't mean they know from where you came
What a sad trick you thought that you had to play
But I don't blame you

They never owned it
And you never owed it to them anyway
I don't blame you

Turn all the lights down low
Try to fade your apathy
Made up a world where you can even be you
Star in a tragedy
Shadowed voice on an open court
And light up around the world just to hear you scream

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe

Drowning in misery
The nightmare begins when you close the door
You sat in your angry chair and stryed to be you
The needle became your queen
The drug had become your enemy
And music was just a way for you to bleed

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe
And you won't believe
And he can't believe

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe

Blown away by fame
We could all feel the shotgun hit the floor
Never learn in faith
If you can't believe
And you won't believe
And he can't believe
And they won't believe
And they can't believe

Dead boy stares
Strange to meet you
Dead boy cares
So great to see you
Is it time to go
It's a place I know

I can't read yr mind
I can't find the time
I can't feel the thrill
I don't have the will

Dead boy dares
Believe in you
Dead boy stares
Afraid that you will see him
Is it time to go
Is it a place I know

I can't read yr mind
I can't find the time
I can't feel the thrill
I don't have the will

I love you metallic blue
I love you golden blue
I miss you shining all alone
I miss you, I don't know what to do

I don't glitter like the stars above
I don't glow like neon alone
Don't blush, it's just the wind outside
Don't rush to be by my side

Move over Kevin Bacon, 'cause I've got a new game
It's called "Six Degrees of Kurt Cobain"
The man was an icon of Generation X
A sound between Joy Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called "Nevermind"
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song called "Bad,"
Just like Michael Jackson, this next part is rad
"Weird Al" made fun of "Bad," and Nirvana too
It brings us back to Kurt (here we go) (round two)
Kurt was in a band with Mr. Dave Grohl
Dave was in Scream, that's the band not the movie
Courtney loved to scream for a band called Hole
She married Kurt Cobain and had a troubled soul
Some people said she killed him, but that could be a lie
Kurt wrote a song called "I Hate Myself and Want to Die"
Courtney Love landed "Man on the Moon"
Where Jim Carrey sang a song
From the Mighty Mouse cartoon
Danger Mouse not Mighty Mouse worked with the Beatles
He mixed them with Jay Z the whole thing was illegal
Speaking of illegal Jack White did some time
He hit another guy and assault is a crime
So "Get Behind Me Satan" was loved by Rolling Stone
Which leaves us with a cover: Kurt Cobain all alone.
Issue 897… check the cover.

Here sitting in my room
With the Replacements and Hüsker Dü
Like a rebel without a clue
And the Beatles and the Stones
Get to hang out with Ramones
And the Pistols shunning fame
As they sing the old refrain
As they always will again
Like 29 times the pain

I see Starz
And the mood is Big and Black
Well there's a full Sheer Heart Attack
But the Cheapest Trick of all
Is when I hear that London Called
I need something and I need it fast
I need Jason Scorching past
I need to feel they feel the same
'cause when they almost know my name

It's like 29 times the pain, times the pain
29 times the pain, times the pain
29 times the pain, times the pain
Times the pain
But it all ends up the same

Thanks Pink

Kiss my Heart
Like the Damned did from the start
Come on make me feel like me
SLF or BOC

Give me old, give me new
Let me know you feel it too
'cause with sounds that twist and curls
It's a brave new world

I'm up, how can I get down,
When I've got all my friends around?
And I can be there once again
Oh God, I miss Kurt Cobain

It's like 29 times the pain, times the pain
29 times the pain, times the pain
29 times the pain, times the pain
Times the pain (And all the gaps in all the gain)
Times the pain (Tomorrow always cries my name)
Times the pain (It makes it all worthwhile again)

Abbie Hoffman was so young
Don't you know your king has gone?
Mmm, well well
River Phoenix was so young
Don't you know your prince has gone?

Hey, hey there sister
What is holy in your life?
Hey, hey brother
Sacred in your life?

Kurt Cobain was so young
Sad to see this poet's gone
Andrew Wood was so young
It's hard to feel this priest is gone

The heat is up
The heat is on
The heat is up
The heat is on
What you do is what you get
Don't be surprised by that effect, oh no

Hey, hey there sister
What is holy in your life?
Hey, hey there brother
What is sacred in your life?

Hey, hey there sister
What is holy?
Holy in your life
What is good?
What is pure?
Holy in your life
What is safe?
What is secure?
Holy in your time
Yeah, what is free?
What is me?
Holy in your mind
Sacred and secure
Do we need much more?

Hey, hey there sister
What is holy in your life?
Hey, hey there brother
Was is sacred in your life?
Hey, hey hey sister
What is holy, holy, holy in your life?
Hey there brother
What is safe?
What is secure and sacred in your life?
Well

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

Headless Boogie

It's Friday night, dark, scary
Lonely, walking through the park, cemetery
And it's foggy, cold and smoggy
Hear a dog, a howling doggy
I'm scared, should of brung the shotgun
Should of, would of, but I ain't got one
So I watch my back, and what's that
The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback
Better run, hide, quick, fast
He's coming for my ass with a shovel
No where to run, nore to hide but the grave bit
So I dove in, I did the dumb shit
Took a fall, deeper than six foot
Down the stairs, hit a floor and through a door
Into a whole new world of stiffs
Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks
Club lights, sounds, bass
DJs spinnin with maggots on they face
And what I saw next then really took me
Uh, they did the headless boogie

Hey yo, I heard that you died
Fuck that, it's time to get live
Dead bodies let's all take a ride
Lean to the left and slide (the headless boogie)

"Oh yeah, we dug up the finest
Bitches in the graveyard
So come on down
And if you ain't come to get your funk out
Then get the fuck out, bitch"

They all stand straight and swing to the side
No heads, but they feet still glide
Take a step back, twist and dive
I even seen Kurt Cobain get live (blam!)
No heads, but they all funky
And drunk, drinking old Spunky
Don't be shy, everyone's able
Hit the floor, leave your nugget on the table
And kick-step, and when you do kicks off
If you're dead, your legs might fall off
The whole time I can't believe
I can't conceive, I don't want to leave
I'm kicking into a freak with no head
No face, but the rest is straight
She's with it, I hit it like a G
Her back fell off, eww, excuse me
Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein
Drinkin 'cisco disco dead wine
Dead stiffs coming through the door
Head, speakers, and limbs on the floor
I'm getting drunk, I want to be down, what's up
I want to be the headless clown
They pulled out the jigsaw and got raw
And that ended it all, I did the headless boogie

"Hey yo, fuck that voodoo moshing, bitch
You come and freak it with the real dead juggalos
So come on by and we'll cut your nugget off
So you get grave dancing!!!"

Sled dogs after dinner
Close their eyes on the howling wastes
Kurt Cobain reincarnated
Sighs and licks his face
Then they drift past strips of Serengeti
And the gates of Sleepy Hollow too
You can pause in wonder, they paused in wonder
And, yeah, I paused in wonder too

Shh
Don't
Wake
Daddy

They can lay their heads on their futon beds
So many miles from home
You teach your children some fashion sense
And they fashion some of their own
For when the policy weary commune
On the untamed land
Through white sheers, whispers in their ears
"You're damned"

Shh
And don't
Wake
Daddy
Just don't

You can stuff your void with the asteroid
That's hurtling toward the Earth
You can drop the bomb that restores some calm
And then promises rebirth

Shh Just don't
Wake
Daddy
Just don't
Wake
Daddy

It's the perfect time now (sing to end all songs)
For an eclectic choice (to end all songs)
They're all asleep but us now (sing to end all songs)
It's time to hear your voice (to end all songs)

Ah (sing to end all songs, to end all songs)
(Sing to end all songs, to end all songs)
(Sing to end all songs, to end all songs)
(Sing to end all songs, to end all songs)

I'm still remembering the day
I gave my life away
I'm still remembering the time
You said you'd be mine
Yesterday was cold and bare
Because you were not there
Yesterday was cold
My story has been told
I need your affection all the way
The world has changed or I've changed in a way
I try to remain
I'm trying not to go insane
I need your affection all the way

Get way
Get way
Get way
Get way
Get way

I'm still remembering my life
Before I became your wife
I'm still remembering the pain
And the mind games
Reverse psychology
Never tainted me
I didn't sell my soul
I didn't sell my soul

I need your affection all the way
The world has changd or I've changed in a way
I try to remain
I'm trying not to go insane
I need your affection all the way

They say the cream will always
Rise to the top

They say the good people
Are always first to drop
What of Kurt Cobain?
Will his presence still remain?
Remember J-F-K?
Ever saintly in a way

Where are you now
Where are you now
Where are you now
I say, where are you now

I need your affection all the way
I need your affection all the way
I need your affection all the way
I need your affection all the way

All the way, all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way

Six-lane highway running up to my back door
But it won't take me where I want to be
I took the I-95 down to Pensacola
All I found was a bunch of holyrollers
They don't know nothing 'bout saving me

I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
Maybe angels, maybe angels

Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere
My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me
Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies
Got witnesses to what the government denies
So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see

I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
Maybe angels, maybe angels, maybe angels

Oh, what a mystery
Oh, I believe, I believe I could leave

My sister, she says she knows Elvis
She know Jesus, John Lennon and Cobain personally
Oh, oh, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes
'Cause all I've seen just terrifies me
But I believe they're coming back for me

I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear, oh, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
Maybe angels, maybe angels
Maybe angels, maybe angels

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Hello, my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new, but middle school, fifth grade, like junior high
I don't know mofo, if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my hoe 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as "Kid funky fried"
Yea, I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus, I would stick it where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Hans Solo, always stroking my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil, yea, but you can call me Cookie

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Yo, yo
This hardcore ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White, no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to Hell, well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye and Lawrence Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Antichrist

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire
We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Everybody here we go
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Wave 'em like you don't care
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say "Ho"
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everybody here we go

C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care

C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say "Ho"
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everybody here we go

C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care

C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everbody say "Ho"
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Everybody here we go

C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Throw your hands in the air
(Ooo, ooo)
C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)
Wave 'em like you don't care

C'mon party people
(Ooo, ooo)

Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation
And little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotation
And if you want these kind of dreams it's Californication

It's the edge of the world and all of Western civilization
The sun may rise in the East at least it's settled in a final location
It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication

Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin, is this your chin, or is that war you're waging?

First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Marry me, girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard, it's Californication

Space may be the final frontier but it's made in a Hollywood basement
And Cobain can you hear the spheres singing songs off Station To Station?
And Alderaan's not far away, it's Californication

Born and raised by those who praise control of population
Well, everybody's been there and I don't mean on vacation

First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Destruction leads to a very rough road but it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar, they're just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world from Californication

Pay your surgeon very well to break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest, there is no test, but this is what you're craving?

First born unicorn
Hardcore soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication

Now what sound of my DJ cuts
Terminators back on some ol' fools track
Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back
Flippin' disco raps used to be whack
Now what you hear is what you lack
Take a lil' bit of this a lil' bit of dat
Who dropped the bomb on hip hop
Who got biggie and who shot Tupac
What's forgot ain't no easy, no Scott Larock
Now what's rap gotta do with what you got
For whom the bell tolls
Is that the way the story goes
85% believing all the videos
God knows who controls the radios
Some people chose the road to be hoes
And so I rose in the middle of all the woes
And def jam Negros turnin' up their nose
There's one way in no way out
No doubt the body count
Gettin' headz checkin' out

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down

Time to make life shine again like glasss
Gotta make it shine like glass
Outraged against the scene
Proofread the script
Flipped it back so I'm back in gang green
We interrupt this routine I had a dream
Da clean protein smacked the gangsta lean
Between the triple team
Wiped em out like a drought
Damn I'm raps tetracycline
Them lips foretold these apocalypse
Everything had a shot
And got hit with bullshit
Twisted politics tricks I couldn't get wit
As one quits another nitwit hits
All the way crazy, shady
World turned upside down
I put it down
Why destroy what you love
Look around
Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground
Where the lost got found
Why it all come tumblin' down
Why he and she gotta die
Now how dat sound

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down

On and on to the break a dawn
Some the 100 meter dash I'm the marathon
Been around a long time
But the rhyme the same
Sound remains insane
Exchange the reign
Ain't that somethin'
Figure I smashed the pumpkin
So I parallel the brains of Cobain
Show no shame like the pain of Kane
Gettin' mad opposition hip to the game
It's that gran ol' pe ammo
Different time different channel
Funky piano
Here to witness get on up with a quickness
S1's in the house
With the thickness that get dis
One two three four five attackin' they frat
Griff is back got five on it black
The track got x on the decks
Terminators back 'cause a dat is whack
On the one and two
Yeah go Flavor
Pe hit the road gettin' set to explode
Fight the power for peace
Can't forget the war mode
Overload
There she blows
Here we go
Now you know
Damn another Alamo

Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down
Do you wanna go our way
This the way we puttin' this down

Yo, mic check
Testing
One, two, uhm… twelve
Whattup, whattup, whattup!
This is my dance song
Can you hear me?
Alright, ay turn my headphones up

My favorite color is red, like the blood shed from Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was ill and now I'm even more so
Shit I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe
I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show
I just remembered that I'm absent-minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it
I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit
'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
And gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my LP on your Christmas gift list
You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this!

Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight

Yo, yo, yo! I tried suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was wavin' it at everybody screaming "I suck"
I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd and yell out loud
"All y'all get the hell out now"
Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry
"But Eminem this is your record release party!"
I'm bored out of my gourd
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford
Guess I'm just a sick sick bastard
Who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket
One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight

Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
Cause they think that I'm a mothafuckin' Beastie Boy
So I told 'em I was Mike D
They was like "Gee, I don't know, he might be!"
I told 'em "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert"
"I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness Monster"
"Peace out", then I jetted to the weed house
Smoked out till I started bustin' freestyles
Broke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
"It's Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?"
I want to make songs all the fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight
Cum on everybody
Get down tonight

Haha, yeah
La la, la la
Listen
La la la
Hey

Didn't you know I can help or hurt you (didn't you know?)
So there's no reason to lie
I bet you let those other niggas jerk you (probably will)
Convince you that they are fly
I never said I was an angel
Said, "But I ain't like those other guys"
Listen
You're convinced that our experience rearranged you
Well maybe you should re-examine how you tried

Or am I high?
Hey, am I high, high, high?
Yeah, oh no, woah
Am I high?
Ooh ooh, high, I, I
Yeah, oh no, woah

I think I've loved you since our high school (remember that, baby)
But you only wanted friends of mine (that crushed me)
So when they replied, "Her? She's cool" (I still took you in)
Only then you gave our friendship time (damn, baby, damn)
You won't say it but you think I'm changing (what you think? Why? Why?)
Is it because the whole world calls me drugs?
But didn't I say I can help or hurt you? (Look)
You should be paranoid without me
And with me feel a buzz
Is that cocky

Or am I high? (High, high, high, high)
Hey, am I high, high, high? (High, high, high, high)
Yeah, oh no, woah
Am I high? (High, high, high, high)
Ooh ooh, high, I, I (high, high, high, high)
Yeah, oh no, woah (or am I?)

It's the kinda high that got me leaning
120 speeding in the rain
Meaning of a hydroplane
Play both sides of the field
See I know 'caine
Keep 'em high like Kurt Cobain, listen (am I high?)
I'm known for speaking my mind
Known for fleeing from the scene of a crime
Eyes redder than the beam of my nine
Eyes redder than the scene of that crime
All for the love of the lime
I'm so high

Insinuating you're not that way
I see how you look and use your eyes (I see it baby, I see it)
But when I ask you can I jump in (please?)
Then you start again with the lies
But if I dare you you'd blow a kiss to another (uhh)
Though my friends have no idea who you could be (don't worry about it)
Don't worry I would never tell another
But I ate your pussy as you laid there beside her, yeah she was sleep

But um am I high? (High, high, high, high)
Hey, am I high, high, high? (High, high, high, high)
Yeah, oh no, woah
Am I high? (High, high, high, high)
Ooh ooh, high, I, I (high, high, high, high)
Yeah, oh no, woah (or no?)

Why am I sitting here peering the sky? (High, high, high, high)
Is there something inside of me or am I high? (High, high, high, high)
From when we talk on the phone 'til when we fuck (high, high, high, high)
This sounds like deep lust to me but I get high on your love (high, high, high, high)

And you
Were right to bide your time
And not buy into my misery
Well the good things are never free
Do the colours of the rainbow
Look the same to everyone

An' I
Was rushing round in circles
For a reason to believe
Wipe the slime from off your sleeve
You could follow me for weeks
And I'm not going anywhere

Sometimes it's hard to love someone
Until the day that they are gone

An' I
Just had a dream the other night
I was married to the queen
And Madonna lived next door
I think she took a shine to me
And the kids were all grown up
But I had to turn her down
'Cause I was still in love with you

I'm turning Madonna down
I'm calling it my best move
I'll get her tickets for what she needs

I
Remember doing nothing
On the night, Sinatra died
And the night, Jeff Buckley died
And the night, Kurt Cobain died
And the night, John Lennon died
I remember I stayed up
To watch the news with everyone
And that was a lot of nights
And that was a lot of lives
Who lost the tickets to what they need

An' I
Was busy finding answers while
You just got on with real life
Always hoped you'd be my wife
But I never found the time
For the question to arrive
I just disguised it in a song

And songs
Are never quite the answer
Just a soundtrack to a life
That is over all too soon
Helps to turn the days to night
While I was wrong and you were right

And this was a lesson learned
I'm happy to be your fool
And get your tickets to what you need

I'm turning the lights down low
I'm ready to make my move
I'll get you tickets to what you need

All radio is dead
All radio is dead
All radio is dead
All radio is dead

Hey kid, who you lookin' at?
Why you standin' all up in my face like that?
You ain't never seen a baseball bat?
A maniac knockin' on your baseball cap?
You'd better step about ten paces back
Or you'll be layin' where your shoe lace is at
Go do what your momma told ya
And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' you're a soldier
I see you got yourself a cell phone
I got a number you can dial son, make it 9-1-1
Tell 'em "stop at Hef's house on the way" kid
"Pick up some playmates, but only if they're naked"
Don't know how y'all do in y'alls city
But 'round here we getting down to the nitty gritty
And I hate to put you out like that
But you've been burning like a fire with a mouth like that

Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice and getting laid
Everything was a-ok (go)
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talking this and that again (go)

Let's break it down for a minute
And roll it on up in 3rd gear for a minute
I got the 21's rubbin' on my Benz, and
I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends, and
I don't really give a fuck about
What these player hatin' pussies give a fuck about
'Cuz I'm a night ranger, never been a stranger
My 2-way pager's lookin' for some danger
Zoolander, hit you with the magnum
Everybody get your groove on if you have one
And if you ain't got it then admit it
It's Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it
All around the world in this 45 Prevost
Everywhere that we go, we watch it on the tivo
And now you're laying in the bed you made
Drinkin' haterade, think about it

Take me back to yesterday
Rollin' dice and getting laid
Everything was a-ok (go)
But now and then a cloud rolls in
Rains on my parade and then
Talking this and that again (go)

Thinking that you're all that, and then some
I got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinking that you're all that, and then some
Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)
(Radio is dead)

Let me guess, you ain't that impressed
Mr. Halitosis of the breath
Livin' lifestyles of the wish you would from the
Back isles of the thrifty good, see I
Got room to talk kid
I've been laying this track since north cack-a-lack
And the very first day that you fell out the sack
I was in some fat laces spinnin' on my back
Let me think, let me roll, let me ride, let me
Put some funk in the trunk with a vibe, and a
Memory that can ease your pain like a
Melody from Kurt Cobain, 'cuz ya
Never know when it's all gonna end, and ya
Never know when you'll call on a friend
So you better take a step to prepare yourself
'Cuz the way you're livin' now ain't good for your health
Thinking that you're all that, and then some
I got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinking that you're all that, and then some
Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)

Thinking that you're all that, and then some
I got news for you (all radio is dead)
So you're thinking that you're all that, and then some
Man, I got news for you (all radio is dead)
All radio is dead
All radio is dead
All radio is dead...

Big is (dead), Pac is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike
Rap is (dead), rock is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike

Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
Too many niggas still ride Big and Pac's dick
Fuck that, next year, they more deader
And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better
Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness
Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit

Hard rock when you rock shit
Back to the block, freestyle pop lock shit
Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit
Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap
Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
This is no pain, and it's high octane
A bad brain, on Cobain

Lennon is (dead), Kurt is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
Killer Mike (who's the man?)
Killer Mike (who's the man?)
Rap is (dead), rock is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
Killer Mike (who's the man?)
Killer Mike (who's the man?)

Goddamn it, rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter
But rarely does the subject really matter
Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter?
Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off
And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics even get off?
Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying?

Make a record, and I'll be glad when
My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube
"Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too
No this ain't your mama's music
It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it

Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
Nightmares comin', crushing your fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock
Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
Spit it, venom non-stop

Big is (dead), Pac is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
Hip-Hop is (Killer Mike)
Hip-Hop is (Killer Mike)
Rap is (dead), rock is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
Hip-Hop is (Killer Mike)
Hip-Hop is (Killer Mike)

Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
N-W-A's gonna raise broke up
Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
I pledge allegiance to the hard, core
How I give it to you, hard, raw
Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens

Hangin' onto every word that we spit
Ready to rip, rock, and tear shit
Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man
Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man
There's Black Sabbath, I'm smoking in a Zeppelin
Pumpin' Metallica, hand on my weapon
Fuck you and the bed your bitch slept in
Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'

Big is (dead), Pac is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
I run shit (Killer Mike)
I run shit (Killer Mike)
Lennon is (dead), Kurt is (dead)
My music's (dead), and y'all just (scared)
I run from shit (Killer Mike)
I run from shit (Killer Mike)

Rap is (dead)
Killer Mike

I try, I try (that's all we can do)
I try, you know I try
I try, I try (yeah)
I try, you know I try

K. West! Kweli!
Got searched on the plane, Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin' hurt like the pain and torture
Daughters of the dust lookin' for a vein
Something to take in vain like the Lord's name
Put your hands together, got 'em all sayin'

I try, I try
I try, you know I try
I try, I try
I try, you know I try

Yo, it's all ghetto in gear higher, the floor settle
More metal for beef that we don't let the law settle
I try to navigate the treacherous waters of
America's ghettos that set up the slaughters
But there's more of us
Although we speak in different languages
We all pretty familiar with what anger is
Young and dangerous, ??
Get up on some gangsta shit
Guns to bang ya wit'
And we put it on records to entertain ya wit'
I'm grown with pains way deeper than Mike Seavers
Our uniforms is white sneakers and white T-shirts
On top of wife beaters
We like to light reefers
The 'hood need us for rappers, just ain't the right leaders
I put a lot into it
This is my product and I gotta move it
Stop the industry but you can't stop the music

An upside down kingdom where life is just not fair (upside down kingdom)
Some many sufferin' cuz deep inside they're scared (so scared)
Fear pumped into their veins to keep them from their destiny
Where would they be if you and I don't care?

I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try

Yo, the things I'm seein' on the news is insane
A stock broker shoot his kid and throw himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup and mustard, cryin for help
Tryin' to bring your struggle to life
The label want a song about a bubbly life
I have trouble tryin' to write some shit
To BANG in the club through the night
When people suffer tonight
Lord knows I try

I try, I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try

Life is a beautiful struggle
People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle
Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle
Some people put it all together, make it fit like a puzzle
Come on, say it now
Life is a beautiful struggle
People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle
Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle
Some people put it all together, yeah

I try, I try, you know I try
I try, oh Lord I try
Everyday I

Upside down kingdom
Oh, they're so scared
Everyday on the news we can't look around with
Something somewhere
I try, I try, you know I try
I try, I try, I try, you know I try
Lord knows, Lord knows we try
Yeah

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong
And Joseph's brothers sold him up the river for a song
And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove
Some things you do for money and some you do for love, love, love

Raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why
When he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye
Some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun
But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one

Love, love is going to lead you by the hand
Into a white and soundless place
Now we see things as in a mirror, dimly
Then we shall see each other face to face

And way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain
Snuck out to the greenhouse, put a bullet in his brain
Snakes in the grass beneath our feet, rain in the clouds above
Some moments last forever, but some flare out with love, love, love

Talk about the weather
Will you miss me ever?
Lately I'm obsessed
And I need the rest
I hope that you're impressed
She's so pretty, I'm jealous
And she's lost like Alice
In a painted past
In a looking glass
I see me looking back

I'll take another Drink Me, baby
Slowly, I'll disappear
And wear my life like a barbed wire necklace
So let's play it truth or dare

So you're a fan of Coltrane
I wanna be Kurt Cobain
When the truth gets scary
I'll take my gin and sherry
And some Drink Me they'll be
Plath and Joplin with verse writing suiciders
Kennedy and Monroe come to see my rock show
I'll be there in the front row

I'll take another Drink Me, baby
Slowly, I'll disappear
And wear my life like a barbed wire necklace
So let's play truth or dare

And I won't be around to play your games
There will come a day when you won't know my name
And I'll get smaller with
Every swallow you'll
Wait tomorrow and things won't be the same

Talk about the weather
Will you miss me ever?
Lately I'm obsessed
And I need the rest
I hope that you're impressed
Cuz I need the rest
Yeah my head's a mess
I need the rest
I need the rest
I need the rest

This my last letter right here
Fuck this world
Let's get the fuck outta here

I put my soul through the ink
Bless a pad with thoughts, add my faults, before I grow extinct
My back-bone disowned by zone
Why roam? Called home, but now on I'm all alone
Just Proof, no shine, no friends, just fans
No wonder my hands tight where the Internet ends
I take back most of the flack
The stress smokes press me close to the crack
Like my pops, the ghost of my past
Thyme and Mudd, Jay Dee and Stuckey
Lately I'm lucky, I don't hate me to touch me
Maybe I'm ugly inside but smilin' to make it
I love y'all, dawg, and that's however you take it
The fame is an illusion, I'm still losin'
In this game, with the rules and I feel clueless
The streets with the hills blueless
Cops knockin' at the door, got me lookin' real foolish
But I still do this, like I love it
Even though I thug it, keep flossin' lights in public
The subject y'all don't know
Stars won't grow, wounded dreams with scars to show
Minus the MTV videos with Slim
"Up in Smoke," D-12, and many shows with Em
It's still me, dawg, no change for change
It's strange, when it pours it rains; I take it back

I wish I could take it back
I wish I could take it back, but it's too late
I wish I could take it back
I wish I could take it back, but it's too late

Always talkin' to Snook, hopin' he speak back
Wishin' my first son was here to reach at
Feelin' detached; my brother Earl, and Wayne
That bail money for jail, y'all can keep that
I've been deep before, ask Stillman
My heart's meltin', tell the truth I need help, man
My heart's big, but my sins bigger
Fuck the world, I don't feel like I can win, niggas
It's like I'm lost and I find only demons
I wanna quit, it's like I'm tired of breathin'
So my stress confess to a famous song
Em, I love you - don't let this money change us, dawg
First born, when I'm gone, grab Nasaan
Leave Naeem with the cream and his mom
And dear Momma, I used to hate you
Now I relate to everything you did to make Proof
I love you! Take it back…

I wish I could take it back
I wish I could take it back, but it's too late
I wish I could take it back
I wish I could take it back, but it's too late

All y'all see is Free from 106 & Park
Y'all don't know I risk my heart with this apart
From the streets, the groups, the friends, the foes
The jewels, the dick lickers and the hoes
What about me? Sheltered with no guidance
Look at the finest, royal highness on some hot shit
Still livin' with the liquor and bud
Sometimes I wish for my demise, so I can kick it with Bugz
I wish it was real between us all
In the past, you should've seen us, dawg
I'd die for Em and save Hailie
Brave maybe, but just let them tears roll off my grave, Shady
Kuniva and Swift, how live does it get?
I meant to teach y'all niggas to survive in this bitch
If we die to be rich, that makes me happy
And on another note, shit, don't hate me, Pappy
It's just that we look the same; you let the game take you
Your son came along and took the game
Since I took my own life, y'all feel a killer for sho'
Bizarre, on the real, you the realest nigga I know
Strappin' and bustin' ain't real, just tell your mans the truth
And that's why you've always been friends with Proof
Answer to all, I've always lied with truth
And before I pull the trigger, Denaun, I'm proud of you

Listen… LISTEN…
Love… killed me
Love… Love… killed… me
Love… killed… me

TV's screwed again
And I'm already bored
In this age of goldfish consciousness
And rock star gods

How will you react
Do I blaspheme
If I said
I killed Kurt Cobain
I killed Kurt Cobain
I killed Kurt Cobain
I killed Kurt Cobain

You still wear the face
Of a guy you never knew
Where were all your fucking shirts
When Dobbs and Strait went down
I don't see them
You're bored again

I killed Kurt Cobain
I killed Kurt Cobain
I killed Kurt Cobain
We all killed Kurt Cobain

(And I'm bored)
And when I get bored
(Bored)
I go fucking ape shit
(Bored)
I beat up on walls
(Bored)
And I fucking hate it
Hate it
Hate it
Yes, I hate it
Hate it

No you're nowhere
Nowhere
Nowhere!

Jim Morrison, Miami County Prison,
lookin' out the window at the barbed wire fence
Singing "This ain't for me, this rock and roll scene.
I should be writing poetry on a farm out in France.

"Cause I can't see through the darkness. I can't feel no pain.
Seems you lose your spark when you achieve your fame.
I could start it all over, I could escape.
If I could only make it to 28
If I could only make it to 28."

Janis Joplin, one foot in the coffin.
Left that field a-rockin' and she walked on out the door.
She put her head in her hands, she said "I've given all I can.
I drain myself for these fans. I ain't never been this dry before.

"But Imma move out of this Chelsea Hotel, stop drinking all the time.
Stop blowin' Leonard Cohen and listening to him whine.
Cause I know I am beautiful, I will prove it someday.
If could only make it to 28.
If I could only make it to 28."

And Kurt Cobain sat in his shirt in the rain,
stomach full of pain, eyes growin' dark.
He said "I'm losing control. Oughta move down to San Francisco,
light candles at all of my shows and switch to acoustic guitars.

"Cause this world don't need no more tension and hate.
Needs a reason for these kids to stand up and create.
And I could pull this trigger, or I could just walk away,
if I could only make it to 28.
If I could only make it to 28.
If I could only make it
If I could only make it."

And that's the way the night rain flows
It's known to feel no shame
It comes through all open windows
But when their closed we know the rain will still remain the same
Pouring off what's left of me
Driving me so recklessly into my own Cobain
But then the lion ran away and left his lioness
There's no one left to bring the prey
I guess I pushed away the only one who really cared
Take the pain that's always there
Roam around, be nowhere, but in my own Cobain

I can't believe it's over
I can't believe I'm broken
Would someone tell me that it's all just dreamin'
I need myself a brand new meanin'

And that's the way that life moves on, it's so mysterious
Wish I could have a crystal ball
But you know life it's just so bitter sweet
You know the taste loving you is not erased

Emotions are all yours to take
That's the way it's played
Broken hearts and broken dreams
In my mind I cannot scream
Never seems the way it seems
But you know me and I will always be the way
You want me to but not today
It's never true, take some time to breathe, in my own Cobain

I can't believe it's over
I can't believe I'm broken
Would someone tell me that it's all just dreamin'
I need myself a brand new meanin'

I can't believe it's over
I can't believe I'm broken
Would someone tell me that it's all just dreamin'
I need myself a brand new meanin'

Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh oh
Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh oh
Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh oh!
Ya! Oh oh, Oh oh!

You're amazing, so amazing
I been spendin' most of my time pretendin'
Maybe, you would save me
You're amazing, so amazing

Susanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child
Make me blush, drive me wild
Susanne, you're all that I wanted

When I met you I was all alone
Cold and hungry cryin' on the phone
You baked me brownies and said "don't you cry"
And gave me the coat off your back

Susanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child
Make me blush, drive me wild
Susanne, you're all that I wanted

Even Kurt Cobain and Axl Rose
When I call you put them all on hold
And say to me that you'd do anything
And all I can do is say that
I haven't much I can give you in return
Only my heart and a promise not to turn
But I'll sing to you every day and every night
Susanne, I'm your man

Susanne, you're all that I wanted of a girl
You're all that I need in the world
I'm your child
Make me blush, drive me wild
Susanne, you're all that I wanted
Of a girl
YEAH!

I just fell in love with a bad bitch
Told me that she love me too, baby, I'm not havin' it
Sniffin' cocaine 'cause I didn't have no Actavis
Smokin' propane with my clique and the bad bitches call me Cobain
She can see the pain
Look me in the eyes, girl, we are not the same
Bitch, I make it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once and I never been the same

Lil Tracy, I used to rob but I shop now
Comin' up, I might get recognized when I walk around
Coolin' with Lil Peep, let's hit the mall tomorrow
I'ma mix some American Eagle with some Ralph Lauren
I got a bad bitch who is good to me
Baby, I see passion in your eyes when you look at me
I'ma show you off like some Louis V
Coke lines on the mirror, snort a line for me

I just fell in love with a bad bitch
Told me that she love me too, baby, I'm not havin' it
Sniffin' cocaine 'cause I didn't have no Actavis
Smokin' propane with my clique and the bad bitches call me Cobain
She can see the pain
Look me in the eyes, girl, we are not the same
Bitch, I make it rain on my side bitch, shout out to my main
Fell in love once and I never been the same

I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I've felt
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

I don't even know what to feel, they don't even know what's real
Dry tears with a dollar bill, I'm out tryna make a mill'
Oh, why you wanna take my soul? I'm yelling out "hell no!"
I can't even trust my friends, most of them might be foes
Watch these hoes when they say they want a lot of me
I don't know who's the one that wanna plot on me
I stay low so my demons don't acknowledge me
When I go, I know death don't do apologies

I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I felt (ayy)

Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

You know when it rains, it pours
They wanna go to war
For things that they can't afford
I gotta grab the sword, preach
I gotta thank the Lord, I gotta go record (heat)
I wanna be fly to soar 'cause niggas be trying to floor me
People be thinkin' that I won the lottery
So paranoid, I don't know who be plotting on me
Out of nowhere try to fight you
I'm feeling like Raichu 'cause everything shocking to me
Gotta be aware of the wicked, the time will be ticking
Them niggas still clocking on me
Lord is my witness, I handle my business
You niggas ain't never ball blocking on me

I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help
I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself
Man, it's been so damn long, dealing with the things I've felt

Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain
Suicidal doors, call it Kurt Cobain
Suwu leather seats, like a bloody stain
I need hella base, I need hella pain
You gon' wanna cry, I'ma make it rain

Clout Cobain, yeah
Clout Cobain, yeah

                        Like Cash and Cobain
                        (Living the good life)
                        In that old-school way
                        (I'd rather burn out)
                        And just fade away
                        (And if I die)
                        Do not resuscitate
                        Rolling down the mountain on a one-way street
                        Listening to Bradley, so I strapped shoes on my feet
                        Dip into the ocean, try to clean my soul
                        With a little bit of country (country)
                        And some old-time rock and roll
                        Can you feel me now?
                        Yeah, baby, it's magical now
                        Yeah, baby, it's magical
                        Like Cash and Cobain
                        (Living the good life)
                        In that old-school way
                        (I'd rather burn out)
                        And just fade away
                        (And if I die)
                        Do not resuscitate (do not resuscitate)
                        Do not resuscitate
                        Ayy, ah-ah
                        Ah-ah, ah-ah
                        Swimming through the clouds now, on a crazy train
                        Moving to the country
                        With the president of the USA (president of the USA)
                        I may never make it to the promised land
                        But I'll die trying, if you die trying
                        Baby, come take my hand
                        Can you do me?
                        Like Cash and Cobain
                        (Living the good life)
                        In that old-school way
                        (I'd rather burn out)
                        And just fade away
                        (And if I die)
                        Do not resuscitate (do not resuscitate)
                        Do not resuscitate
                        Ayy, ah-ah
                        Ah-ah, ah-ah
                        And whenever I fall down
                        And I can't feel my face
                        Something picks me up
                        And puts me back into the ring
                        That's why I'm never giving up
                        Living the good life in that old-school way
                        Like Cash and Cobain
                        (Living the good life)
                        In that old-school way
                        (I'd rather burn out)
                        And just fade away
                        (And if I die)
                        Do not resuscitate
                        Do not resuscitate
                        Ayy, ah-ah
                        Ah-ah, ah-ah