Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
I know, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello

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
Yeah

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello

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
Yeah

And I forget just what it takes
And yet I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind

Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello

The empty had of innocence
Transfusing street of the sorrow
And children of the wood
Hounded, shredding all veils
And winding all sheets of the dead world droning
Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds
Beating goat-skin drums
Advancing with hands outstretched
And we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos
Baby bombs blasting blue
Scavengers picking through the ashes
Children of the mills, children of the junkyards
Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats
Haunted, paint-sniffin', stoned out of their shaved heads
Forgotten, foraging, mystical children
Foul-mouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating

Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Hello

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

An albino, a mosquito
Oh, my libido, oh, my libido

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


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Smells Like Teen Spirit Lyrics as written by Krist Novoselic David Grohl

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    The empty hand of innocence Transfusing street of the sorrows And children of the wood Hounded, shreding all veils And winding all sheets of the dead world droning Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds Beating goat-skin drums Advancing with hands out-stretched And we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos Baby bombs blasting blue Scavengers picking through the ashes Children of the mills! Children of the junkyards! Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats Haunted, paint-sniffin’ Stoned out of their shaved heads Forgotten, foraging, mystical children Foul-mouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating

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