When I was less than ten
My mother bought me my second tape
I wore the speakers out
With songs about laziness and rape
Now it seems so still the route that kids pursue
Cos every hack with an axe wants to burn out just like you

[Hook]
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Cobain, Cobain, Cobain, Cobain

When I was twenty one
I thought that I would OD just to be
Another in a chain
Of self abusing loners just like me
But now I'd rather wring the nectar from my skin
I have no use for swimming laps in a sea of dorsal fins

[Hook] x2

You're beautiful, but you were gone
I'm gonna sing without a rasp now
The violence, the immigrants
The sentiment, we want it back now
The radio keeps you alive
It's got your ghost, within a cycle
But I don't want to be a part
Of the disease or in denial
[Hook] x2