Текст песни Nirvana Gallons Of Running Alcohol Flow Through The Strip

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard

Where do you put it?
In the garbage, in my honest
In my shyness, pet her flow

She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week
A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my ...

Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
She was tied up in chains
And Sam had helped her in the freezer

She's only five weeks late
And I haven't had a date forever
Ever, ever, forever

Wish I had more, more opportunity
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my ...
On my ... on my, um ... ah, on my ... um ... um ... head

We'd have so much more diversity
And so much more input
So much more creative flow
If we had someone in school, a GIT ...

GIT ... Geeks ... In ... Town
Hah! Come on, Dave, think of one ...

Girls in Trouble!

It should be GIC, Geeks with Charvels
No, GWC
Fuck, man, this is a waste of time

*laughs*

One more solo?

Yeahhh!
Yeahh!

You're personally responsible for ...
The entire strip
To be washed away
Cleansed

As if gallons of, ... uhm, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight

And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom
And his silk
And he ...
He erected a beautiful city
A city of stars