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I think this post is all the fault of the TPAs!!!
No, wait, it's Leon's fault! I'm confused. Ken |
I'm not sure who to blame, but I've GOT to yell at someone!!
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I'll withhold judgment until Nash clears it up. |
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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, hello, hello, how low? (x3) Hello, hello, hello! 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 mullato An albino A mosquito My libido Yay! (x3) I'm worst 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, hello, hello, how low? (x3) Hello, hello, hello! 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 mullato An albino A mosquito My libido Yay! (x3) 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, hello, hello, how low? (x3) Hello, hello, hello! 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 mullato An albino A mosquito My libido A denial! (x9) |
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I never really minded the little things.
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Don't come over here
And piss on my gate Save it just keep it Off my wave |
While not a big grunge fan I always thought this song was borderline brilliant, both for the mind-mush lyrics and as a power ballad anthem for the younger generation at the time...
But Weird Al Yankovic's version is just priceless. What is this song all about? Can't figure any lyrics out How do the words to it go? I wish you'd tell me, I don't know Don't know, don't know, don't know, I don't know! Don't know, don't know, don't know... Now I'm mumblin' and I'm screamin' And I don't know what I'm singin' Crank the volume, ears are bleedin' I still don't know what I'm singin' We're so loud and incoherent Boy, this oughta bug your parents Yeah! *belch* Hing! It's unintelligible I just can't get it through my skull It's hard to bargle nawdle zouss With all these marbles in my mouth Don't know, don't know, don't know, I don't know! Don't know, don't know, don't know... Well, we don't sound like Madonna Here we are now, we're Nirvana Sing distinctly? We don't wanna Buy our album, we're Nirvana A garage band from Seattle Well it sure beats raisin' cattle Yeah! Moo.. Baa... And I forgot the next verse Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse The lyric sheet's so hard to find What are the words, oh nevermind Don't know, don't know, don't know, I don't know! Don't know, don't know, don't know... Well, I'm yellin' and we're playin' But I don't know what I'm sayin' What's the message I'm conveyin'? Can you tell me what I'm sayin'? So have you got some idea? Didn't think so Well, I'll see ya Sayonara, sayonawa Ayonawa, hodinawa Odinaya, yodinaya Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah Ayiyaaaaaah! |
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You guys have completely misdirected this thread. It's all about Chris! Let's get back to the topic at hand.
Ken, who misses his big hair, eyeliner, and paint-splattered pants. (It wasn't pretty!) |
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