PunK DreamZ
Got a zippo and a blue path jacket
Got a candle on my windowsill
Watch it blow out as the cool breeze floats in
Got no electric cuz I don't pay my bills
On the street it's me and Henry Rollins
Shouting "six pack!" at the top of our lungs
In my bed it's me and my punk dreamz
That's the only place I have any fun
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Oh no!
Call my mom up, gotta make a deposit
These black Doc Martens don't clean themselves
Got a gig tonight at Sammy J's ballroom
At the end I think I'll smash my guitar
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Oh no!
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Noooooo!!!
I'm smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes
Got a band, but we don't have a name yet
And we're working on our very first song
Got two singers doing double-lead vocals
Me and the drummer just can't get along
Heading home at the 5th street bus stop
"Last Caress" and the pouring rain
Can't wait til I'm under my covers
Rippin' solos in my punk dream state
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Oh no!
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Noooooo!!!
I'm smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes
Got a candle on my windowsill
Watch it blow out as the cool breeze floats in
Got no electric cuz I don't pay my bills
On the street it's me and Henry Rollins
Shouting "six pack!" at the top of our lungs
In my bed it's me and my punk dreamz
That's the only place I have any fun
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Oh no!
Call my mom up, gotta make a deposit
These black Doc Martens don't clean themselves
Got a gig tonight at Sammy J's ballroom
At the end I think I'll smash my guitar
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Oh no!
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Noooooo!!!
I'm smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes
Got a band, but we don't have a name yet
And we're working on our very first song
Got two singers doing double-lead vocals
Me and the drummer just can't get along
Heading home at the 5th street bus stop
"Last Caress" and the pouring rain
Can't wait til I'm under my covers
Rippin' solos in my punk dream state
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Oh no!
Ay, oh
Let's go
Ay, oh
Noooooo!!!
I'm smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes to sound like Kurt Cobain
Smoking cigarettes
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