wonder if the six blade knife was swiss army
stepping out for coffee beans
wild west end where duck was eaten
got a day time job, doing alright
nirvana don't have a gun
no they don't have a gun
no they don't have a gun
grunge was great, but only for two years
then it died
inevitable
finally, he found a gun
song about numchuks
swingin' wide and loudly
throws a chinese star
blades sharpened
wizzed by my head
cash just watched him die
dreaming about cigars
blondes all around
lotion smells and sweat
all the rapper gun raps
sideways shooters
those bullets really kill.
