When Kurt Cobain blew out his brain All the little girls they cried like rain And as for me, I felt the pain But I got no t-shirts left to stain For Kennedy and Jesse James and Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain You can hear them crying down the lane From Portland to Maryland, from Greece to Spain And as my life drips like coffee down the drain My eyes dry up like a rusty chain So Kennedy and Jesse James Will have to cry for Kurt Cobain It's a hard life and no one's to blame
When God's not on the morning train If Cain don't k** Abel, Abel k**s Cain And tears now shed are shed in vain For Kennedy and Jesse James And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain There's three new roses growing in the lane It was a long, hard winter but now there's rain If you want my tears, tell me your name Give me your hand, let me feel your pain But for Kennedy and Jesse James There's Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain