Mrs. Butterworth Nirvana текст и слова песни

Your life is shit

Shit

Your life is over

Bull

Your life is mine

Cry

Your life is hell

Hell

I'm gonna die

Dying with you just

I'm going to die

To wear my libido

I'm gonna try

To find it with you just

I'm gonna try

Do what they say


Your life is shit

Shit

Your life is strange

And insane

Your life is not the size of crap

Your life is now

Now


I'm gonna die

Dying with you just

I'm going to hell

Without my libido

I'm gonna try

To find it with you just

I'm going to hell

Without my libido

I'm gonna die

Dying with you just

I'm going to hell

Without my libido

I'm gonna try

To find it with you just

I'm gonna die

Do what they say


Your life is shit


"I'm gonna open myself up a flea market

I'm gonna open myself up a flea market

And you're gonna wish that you did

And retire on the profits

First off

I'm gonna empty out all of my Mrs. Butterworth jars

And I'm gonna put 'em on a shelf with my 800 dollar a month tax free Century 21 shop

And then I am going to put my Mrs. Butterworth syrup jars on the shelf

Next to all the commemorative fast food chain glasses and cups I've accumulated over the past 62 years

Then I'm going to get some plywood

I'm going to get some plywood and cut them up into two by two piece squares

Then I'm going to get some burlap and I'm going to cut them into two by two piece squares and then I'm going to put them onto the pieces of plywood

And then I'm going to go to the beach

I'm going to go to the beach and I'm gonna collect some shells and driftwood

And then I'm going to take the shells and driftwood and glue them onto the plywood and burlap

And sell em for lots of money

People will be paying top dollar for my kids new used new toys and clothing

Then maybe someday I can get rid of that pissed stained matress I've been sleeping on..."