Smells Like Teen Spirit

Load up on guns and, bring your friends

It’s fun to lose, and to pretend

She’s over bored, And self assured

Oh no, I know, a dirty word

Hello, how low?

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, how low?

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 why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, It was hard to find

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, how low?

The empty hand of innocence transfusing street of the sorrows

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 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

Hello, how low?

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

A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial