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Bleach Bleach
Blew If you wouldn't mind I would like to blew If you wouldn't mind I would like to lose If you wouldn't care I would like to leave If you wouldn't mind I would like to breathe Is there another reason for your stain? Could you believe who we knew stress or strain? Here is another word that rhymes with shame (repeat) You could do anything Floyd the Barber Hello, dear boy, come on in Floyd observes my hairy chin Sit down (in the) chair, don't be afraid Stained hot towel on my face I was shaved I was shaved I was shamed Barney ties me to the chair I can't see, I'm really scared Floyd breathes hard, I hear a zip Pee pee pressed against my lips I was shamed I was shamed I was shamed I sense others in the room Opie, Aunt Bea, I presume They take turns and cut me up I die smothered in Andy's clutch I was shamed I was shaved I was shamed About a Girl I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend I do, think you fit this shoe I do, but you have a clue I'll take advantage while You hang me out to dry But I can't see you every night For free I'm standing in your line I do, hope you have the time I do, pick a number too I do, keep a date with you I take advantage while You hang me out to dry But I can't see you every night For free School Won't you believe it, it's just my luck Won't you believe it, it's just my luck Won't you believe it, it's just my luck Won't you believe it, it's just my luck No recess No recess No recess You're in high school again (12x) Love Buzz (cover:Shocking Blue) Would you believe me when I tell you You are the queen of my heart Please don't deceive me when I hurt you Just ain't the way it seems Can you feel my love buzz? (4x) (repeat all) Paper Cuts When I'm feeling tired She pushes food through the door I crawl towards the cracks of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again A good hosing down The lady I feel maternal love for Cannot look me in the eyes But I see hers and they are blue And they cock and twist and masturbate IIIIIIIII, I said so, I say so, I say so Nirvana (6x) Black windows of paint I scratch with my nails I see others just like me Why do they not try to escape? They bring out the older ones They point in my way They come with a flash of light And take my family away (chorus) And very lately I have learned to Accept some friends of ridicule My whole existence is for your amusement And that is why I'm here for you To take me away to Nirvana (6x) Negative Creep This is out of our range This is out of our range this is out of our range, oh This is getting to be This is getting to be This is getting to be a drone I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep, aaah Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more (6x) This is out of our range This is out of our range This is out of our range and it's grown This is getting to be This is getting to be This is getting to be uncontrolled I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep and I'm stoned I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep I'm a negative creep, aah Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more (6x) Fuck, Yeah, Drone, Stoned Daddy's little girl ain't a girl no more (12x+) Scoff In my eyes, I'm not lazy In my face, it's not over In your room, I'm not older In your eyes, I'm not worth it Gimme back my alcohol [alt: Albert Hall?] (6x) Gimme back, gimme back my, gimme baaaaaaack Heal a million, kill a million Peel a million, feel a million Heal a million, kill a million (repeat all) Swap Meet They need a lifestyle that is comfortable They travel far to keep their stomachs full They make a living off of arts and crafts The kind with seashells, driftwood, and burlap They make a deal when the come to town The Sunday swap meet is a battleground She loves him more than he will ever know He loves her more than he will ever show Keeps the cigarettes close to his heart Keeps the photographs close to her heart Keep the bitterness close to their heart (repeat with slight variations) Mr. Moustache Fill me up on your new vision Wake me up with indecision Help me trust your mighty wisdom Yes I eat cow I am not proud Show me how you question question Lead the way to my temptation Take my hand and give it cleaning Yes I eat cow I am not proud Easy as an armchair Poop as hard a rock I don't like you anyway Sealed in a box Now you, now you, now you (repeat all) Sifting Afraid to grade, wouldn't it be fun? Cross says floss, wouldn't it be fun? Wet the bed, wouldn't it be fun? Sun felt numb, wouldn't it be fun? Your eyes, teacher said Your eyes, preacher said Your eyes, teacher said, teacher said Don't have nothing for you Spell the smell, wouldn't it be fun? Search for church, wouldn't it be fun? Wet the bed, wouldn't it be fun? Cold in coals, wouldn't it be fun? Your eyes, teacher said Your eyes, preacher said Your eyes, preacher said, preacher said Don't have nothing for you Big Cheese (CD re-release only) Big cheese, make me Mine said, go to the office Big cheese, make me Mine said, what the hell Back is black, no trading back We were enemies Sure you are, what am I? We were enemies Big lies, make mine Mine said, go to the office Big cheese, make me Mine said, what's the code Back is black, trading back We were enemies Sure are you, how 'bout you? We were enemies Downer (CD re-release only) Portray sincerity, act out of loyalty Defend your country, wish away pain Hand out lobotomies to save little families Surrealistic fantasy, flamboyant pain Hold me down in restitution Living out your date with fusion Is the whole fleece shun in bastard? Don't feel guilty, master writing Someone said their not much like I am I know I can make up enough words For you to follow along I sink and then some Slippery pessimist hypocrite master Conservative communist apocalyptic bastard 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 bastard? Don't feel guilty, master writing Someone said their not much like I am I know I can make up enough words For you to follow along I sink and then some
All lyrics (unless otherwise noted) writeen by Kurt Cobain and published by The End Of Music, BMI.
Lyrics as heard by K Corrigan. Transcribed exclusively for Obituary Birthday and your personal use.

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