For years I’ve woke up every day with heartache, wishing I was dead instead, wishing I could be anyone else. It’s been unbearable more times than not, but I always put this song or their other songs on and scream along. Words can’t describe my love for this band. When she starts screaming “It’s all pain” at the end it feels like my soul is doing it with her
I had undiagnosed ADHD for over 27 years of my life. And I know exactly what you mean. I have struggled with just simple things in life and I always wished being someone else so I could escape from all the frustration and pain inside
Now you complain and say you want the keys Over my dead body, baby, that's where they'll be Forget-me-nots around your neck You say you remember, baby, you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey hey, this much is true Now I'd burn black for you And I try just to forget Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, ever, never Saying things that you can't hear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear Gushing lump, a violent smear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear Hey hey, this much is true I never twisted you Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you No, I won't go down to it Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, I won't Never Crawl right up the wall Up the stairs and down your hall Now you beg and you want me Over my dead body, baby, that's where I'll be And you laugh at my disease While sugar runs from my arteries Hey hey, this much is true I never bothered you Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you And I try just to forget Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, I won't Never Starts out like magic, some sick religion That ain't no vulture, that's a fucking pigeon She's got vultures in her hair And blood and feathers, they are everywhere You want retreat, filthy and deep A dead moon, a drunken seed Baby, there is a room full of death and whores and truth And I am waiting in that room And I am sorry I did that for you It's all whores, it's all pain It's all disease, man, it's all the same My little Judas, my little twin Where you start, that's where I begin She said, "I want it NOW!"
Courtney's written enough stuff over the decades of her career for me to know she is an amazing lyricist...anyone who denies this either doesn't know good poetry or is simply one of those assholes who just likes to hate on Courtney...end of.
I loved these songs, all the music before she got with Kurt, was good. After, the guilt destroyed any talent or reputation she could've had. i hope shes payed for what she did
@@CorHellekin just go and analyze the evidence. Lot's of things don't add up... she indirectly killed him. Love hired a person to get rid of him. I love Hole, but, damn, Courtney is definitely guilty
@@peanuts666 to blame Courtney for his suicide completely diminishes all the mental issues Kurt was having at the time. Kurt was hurting, so he did what a lot of people in immense pain do, I don’t see why that’s so hard to comprehend.
@@prettyontheins1de948 because people are misogynists. they always blame the closest woman when something goes wrong in a man’s life. i understand kurt’s choices completely. my mom is also a heroin addict, people will never understand what it’s like until they or somebody they’re close to go through it. like you said, Kurt was hurting and he had the guilt of being an addict and the press hovering over his conscience too.
the only reason Courtney gets blamed is because of deeply ingrained sexism. Kurt would've hated everyone supporting this crazy "Courtney killed him" theory.
Now you complain and say you want the keys Over my dead body, baby, that's where they'll be Forget-me-nots around your neck You say you remember, baby, you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey hey, this much is true Now I'd burn black for you And I try just to forget Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, ever, never Saying things that you can't hear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear Gushing lump, a violent smear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear Hey hey, this much is true I never twisted you Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you No, I won't go down to it Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, I won't Never Crawl right up the wall Up the stairs and down your hall Now you beg and you want me Over my dead body, baby, that's where I'll be And you laugh at my disease While sugar runs from my arteries Hey hey, this much is true I never bothered you Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you And I try just to forget Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, I won't Never Starts out like magic, some sick religion That ain't no vulture, that's a fucking pigeon She's got vultures in her hair And blood and feathers, they are everywhere You want retreat, filthy and deep A dead moon, a drunken seed Baby, there is a room full of death and whores and truth And I am waiting in that room And I am sorry I did that for you It's all whores, it's all pain It's all disease, man, it's all the same My little Judas, my little twin Where you start, that's where I begin She said, "I want it NOW!"
Now you complain and say you want the keys Over my dead body, baby, that's where they'll be Forget-me-nots around your neck You say you remember, baby, you forget Hey hey, this much is true I never trusted you Hey hey, this much is true Now I'd burn black for you And I try just to forget Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, ever, never Saying things that you can't hear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear Gushing lump, a violent smear My dumb mouth to your deaf ear Hey hey, this much is true I never twisted you Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you No, I won't go down to it Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, I won't Never Crawl right up the wall Up the stairs and down your hall Now you beg and you want me Over my dead body, baby, that's where I'll be And you laugh at my disease While sugar runs from my arteries Hey hey, this much is true I never bothered you Hey hey, this much is true Baby, I'd burn black for you And I try just to forget Never, I won't Never, I won't Never, I won't Never Starts out like magic, some sick religion That ain't no vulture, that's a fucking pigeon She's got vultures in her hair And blood and feathers, they are everywhere You want retreat, filthy and deep A dead moon, a drunken seed Baby, there is a room full of death and whores and truth And I am waiting in that room And I am sorry I did that for you It's all whores, it's all pain It's all disease, man, it's all the same My little Judas, my little twin Where you start, that's where I begin She said, "I want it NOW!"
