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
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