Hellbound Blues - Hellbound Glory

Cocaine, Kurt Cobain

I been blowin' up my (click-click) brains

Oh I ain’t gonna feel no pain tonight

Hot damn kilograms

Whiter than the Alabama Ku Klux Klan

And blowin' through a cool couple o' grand

One line at a time

All the things you’ll do

All of the things you’ll do

To try to get through the night

Before the night gets through with you

Sweet dreams in blue jeans

She got some tattoos and a lip ring

And the kind of pills that they give you when you’re down

Hot damn, a hologram

Sayin' «Don't you know who the fuck I am?»

She’s my queen of the neon nothin' land

Where she presides

And all the things we’ll do

All of the things we’ll do

To try to get through the night

Before the night gets through with you

Cow trails, tall tails

Pave the beach and fuckin' nuke the whales

I guess you gotta sell out if all else fails to fly

Now it’s contracts and acting class

They wanna build you up before some big collapse

Oh I’m a-just a-waitin' on the last synapse to fry

So the things I’ll do

They are the things you would do

To try to get through the night

Before the night gets through with you