Classic love story true to his western tx roots. One of my favorites as a story, but I think there are alot of songs that are amazing not even listed on this site. I guess I should figure out how to add them, because I have about 8 REK cd's.
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
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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