Paroles: Nirvana. Incesticide. Aero Zeppelin.

What's the season of love if you can't have everything?
What's the reason you're around if a crime means anything?
What's the meaning in a crime? It's a crime if anything.
What's the meaning of love? It's grand, it's grand.

How a culture comes again, it's a crime of yesterday.
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway.
There's no need to talk to friends, nothin' new is everyday.
You could shit upon the stairs,
You'll be friends

All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly.
Should the siren irritate, keep it movin' equally.
Not to know is just the fact, we're a problem nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway.

All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin' equally
Not to know is just the facts, we're worse nowadays.
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway

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