приходишь со школы,падаешь на кровать в наушниках и слушаешь эту песню но замедленную..начинаются мысли о суи цыде..но пока нирвана жива,я тоже буду жив.
Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means And I say he's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means And I say yeah We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means And I say he's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means And I say yeah He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means And I say he's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means And I say yeah
