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Dive

Oh!

Pick me - pick me yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least yeah
Everyone is hollow

Pick me - pick me yeah
Everyone is waiting
Pick me - pick me yeah
You can even pay them

Hey

(x2)
Dive (x3)
Dive in me

Dive in me (x3)

Kiss this, kiss that yeah
Live alone, lone single
At least, at least yeah
You can be my hero

Pick me - pick me yeah
Everyone is waiting
Hit me, hit me yeah
I'm real good at hating

Hey

(x2)
Dive (x3)
Dive in me

Dive in me (x3)

(x3)
Dive (x3)
Dive in me

Dive in me (x6)

Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book.

Sliver

Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please, don't go

Grandma take me home (x8]

Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatos and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meat too good

Grandma take me home (x8]

She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toad

Never take me home (x8]

After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms

Never take me home (x19)
I wanna be alone

Stain

(x3)
Well he never bleeds and he never ********
And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck.
Well he never reads and he never draws.
And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad luck, yeah

I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain

Been A Son

She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns

She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son

She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance

(x2)
She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son

She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns

She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son
She should have - been a son

Turnaround

Take a step outside yourself
And you turn around
Take a look at who you are
It's pretty scary
So silly
It's Revolting
You're not much
You can't do anything

Take a step outside the city
And you turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is revolting
You're really nowhere
So wasteful
So foolish
Poppycock!

Who said don't look back?
Don't believe 'em
Go for that crazy sounding restaurant
'Cause they're gonna try and get behind you
Don't you let them do it
You know what I'm talking about?
You hear me talking?
You hear me talking!?

It's pretty scary, it's so revolting (x4)
Naaaah !

Take a step outside the country
And you turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is amazing
Take a good look
You're no big deal
You're so petty
It's a laugh

Take a step outside the planet
Turn around and around
Take a look at where you are
It's pretty scary

Originally by Devo

Molly's Lips

(x3)

She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as she stays with me

She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as I stayed clean

Kiss kiss Molly's lips (x4 and x8 in the end)

Originally by The Vaselines

Son of A Gun

Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
Makes any difference what I say

(x2)
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away

Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
Makes any difference what I say

(x2)
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away

Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
Makes any difference what I say

(x4)
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away

Originally by The Vaselines

(New Wave) Polly

Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off of her first
Maybe she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To help myself

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like more food
She asks me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few

It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To please myself (Alt: To help myself)

Polly said

Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct

It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To please myself (Alt: To help myself)

Beeswax

Why doesn't she need him for a father?
Not only maidens can occupy my shack
Goring my manhood turns a man off
Like Pepe LePew would say,
Hey, hey, hey! -- and then we clash!

I got my diddly spayed (x3)
I got my diddly

She laughs about it
Shrinking inflections if the wind blows just right
Jacking themselves off polyester
I wanna jump, this isn't right!
Hey, when am I getting it back?

I got my diddly spayed (x3)
I got my diddly

I don't know why,
I've got a joke too silly to say
Don't touch the balls
I got a d**k, d**k -- hear my ******** hate!

I got my diddly spayed (x3)
I got my diddly

If you're wondering, it's gaining monthly
Fiberglass insulated, the sky is cotton candy
Spawning downstream, El Rancho Ovulate
Feeling can't help me romp

Bill just ******** me, take me a**l
Billy's slit reminds me of someone
I'm sick of paying for the love boat
Tony and Tenille say wanna jump rope
And I say look!

I got my p***s spayed,
I got a little tail,
I got my dingaling spayed
I got my dingaling spayed
I gotta be around p***y
Don't let me fall
I got a heh-heh ... well you can't live

We got my dingaling spayed (x6)
I got my dingaling spayed (x5)
I got my diddly

Other interpretations possible.

Downer

Portray sincerity
Act out of loyalty
Defend every country
Wish away the 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 master?
Don't feel guilty, master writing

Somebody said that they're not much like I am, I know I can
Make enough of the words as you go along, I sing then some

Sickening pessimist hypocrite master
Conservative Communist apocalyptic b*****d
Thank you dear God for putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst!

Hold me down in restitution
Living out your date with fusion
Is the whole fleece shun in master?
Don't feel guilty, master writing

Somebody said that they're not much like I am, I know I can
Make enough of the words as you go along, I sing then some

Mexican Seafood

All the itchy flakes, it is a flaming
All the gels and cremes it is pertaining
To a fungus mold cured by injection
Hope it's only ah, a yeast infection

Oh well, it burns when I - it hurts when I pee
Oh well, it hurts when I - it hurts when I see

Now I vomit c** and diarrhoea
On the tile floor like oatmeal pizza
Fill my toilet bowl full of a cloudy
Puss, I feel the blood becoming chowder rust

Oh well, it burns when I - it hurts when I pee
Oh well, it hurts when I - it hurts when I see

Roll into my bed which does consist of
Lice, bugs and fleas and yellow mucus
Stained dirt, vaseline, toe jam and booger
Stomach acid worms that dance in sugared sludge

Mmmmm ...

Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book.
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Hairspray Queen

I was your mind, you were my, my enemy,
You were mine, I was your, your enemy,
You would mind, I was your, your enemy,
You were mine, I was was your en ... aaahh

You rang
Your ears rang

I was your mind, you were my, my enemy,
You were mine, I was your, your enemy,
You would mind, I was your, your enemy,
You were mine, I was was your ena ... aaahh

At night, the wishful goddess
At night, she'll wish the hardest
At night, the disco goddess
At night, the witch go gaaahhh!

I was your mind, you were my, my enemy,
You were mine, I was your, your enemy,
You would mind, I was your, your enemy,
You were mine, I was was your ena ...

Wishful goddess, at night
Wish the hardest, at night
Wishful goddess, at night
Wishful gaaahhh!

I was your mind, you were my, my enemy,
You were mine, I was your, your enemy,
You would mind, I was your, your enemy,
You were mine, I was was your ena!

At night, the wishful goddess
At night, she'll wish the hardest
At night, the disco goddess
At night, the itch so modest
At night, the crisco lochness
At night, a mouthful omelette
At sight, the fish full goblets
At night, the witch go gaaawd !!

Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book.

Aero Zeppelin

What's a season in a right if you can't have anything
What's the reason in a rhyme if a plan means anything
What's the meaning in a crime, it's a fan if anything
Where's the learning in a line, it's a brand, it's a brand

How a culture comes again, it was all here yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
There's only here to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday
You could s**t upon the stage, they'll be fans

They'll be fans (alt: If you brand) (x3)

(x2)
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate, keep a format equally
Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, it doesn't matter anyways

Hey ... (x7)

Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book.

Big Long Now

It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through
Can we show our faces now?

I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?

Endless climb
I am blind
Why can't I leave?
Color blind
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Waiting in line

It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through
Can we show our faces now?

I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?

Endless climb
I am blind
Why can't I leave?
Color blind
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind

Why am I sure?

Aneurysm

Come on over and do the twist
Over-do it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and do the twist

Beat me outta me - Beat it! beat it! (x7)
Beat me outta me

Come on over and do the twist
Over-do it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and shoot the s**t

Beat me outta me - Beat it! beat it! (x7)
Beat me outta me

She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart (x8]