Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip Nirvana текст и слова песни

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing

That you're only supposed to use once and then discard

Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend

My shyness, pet her flow


She's only been five months late, even though we haven't had sex for a week


A meal a day, a meal, I say

And my heart's made my ...


Somebody else already used the word 'aurora-borealis'

She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer


She's only five weeks late, but I haven't had a date forever ...

Ever ... ever ... forever!


Wish I had more ... more opportunity,

More chances to remember some things

So I couldn't have so much pressure on my ...

On my ... on my, um ... ah, on my ... um ... um ... head


We'd have so much more diversity,

And so much more input, so much more creative flow,

If we had someone in school, a 'GIT' ...


GIT ... geeks ... in ... town.

Ha! ... Come on, Dave, think of one ... !

- Girls with trouble

It should be GIC, geeks with charvels

No, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of time ...


{laughs}


One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!


You're personally responsible for ...

The entire strip ... to be washed away ...

Cleansed ... as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol

Flowed through the strip and were set on fire.


It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.

And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,

And his ... silk ...

And he ... he erected a beautiful city ...

A city of stars.