Teksty: Nirvana. Help Me, I'm Hungry.

That's it

Until my tensions feed me
I'm fucking hungry, degrade me
I want my gun back

Like the fucking resume
Experience credentials
Experience the process
People freaking every day

White lights, sitting inside
And you get sicker
Than another little pecker
Than a, blasphemy

Hold me, I'm so pathetic
[Incomprehensible], all the sudden
Baby, suddenly find her
Daddy, exploring only

Like the fucking resume
Experience potentials
Experience the process

People freaking every day
White lights, sitting inside
And you get sicker than another little pecker
Burn me

It's to potentially grade me
Fucking hungry
Feed me, the wells of comfort
Exhume me
I want my complex back

A wicked man
Picked off the scabs and fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he is so cornered
Kill him, your mercy whore will

Like the fucking resume
Experience potentials
Experience the process

People freaking every day
White lights, really inside
And then you gonna get sicker than, ah

Help me, fucking hoses
Help me until my tensions
Graze me, really hungry
Gravy, I want my complex back

Thank you and good night