Kurt

When Kurt Cobain blew out his brain
 All the little girls
 They cried like rain
 And as for me I felt the pain
 But I got no T-shirts left to stain
 For Kennedy and Jesse James
 And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain
 You can hear them crying down the lane
 From Portland to Maryland
 From Greece to Spain
 As my life drips like coffee down the drain
 My eyes dry up like a rusty chain
 So Kennedy and Jesse James
 Will have to cry for Kurt Cobain
 It's a hard life and no one's to blame
 When God's not on the morning train
 If Cain don't kill Abel, Abel kills Cain
 And tears now shed are shed in vain
 For Kennedy and Jesse James
 And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain
 There's three new roses growin' in the lane
 It was a long hard winter, but now there's rain
 If you want my tears tell me your name
 Give me you hand let me feel your pain
 But for Kennedy and Jesse James
 There's Joan af Arc and Kurt Cobain