Each night I pray to Kurt Cobain That the skin I'm living in won't let me die in vain I'll wipe the sleep from my morning eyes It lets me know I'm still alive Everyone is gonna die Tralla, tralla, tralla
Father, Son, Holy Ghost Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast Father, Son, Holy shit Pearly gates, or firey pit
I was born so far away from home I forget sometimes where I'm supposed to go If you could just get here somehow I'd be feeling at home right now
So I can smash my own windows out
Cause I lose myself sometimes The other times I'm fine I still bleed when I get cut And I'm still looking for songs to trust
So I can smash my own windows out
Father, Son, Holy Ghost Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast Father, Son, Holy shit Pearly gates, or firey pit
Father, Son, Holy Ghost Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast Father, Son, Holy shit Pearly gates, or firey pit
Father, Son, Holy Ghost Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast Father, Son, Holy shit Pearly gates, or firey pit
Father, Son, Holy Ghost Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast Father, Son, Holy shit Pearly gates, or firey pit
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