In Bloom

Sell the kids for food, weather changes moods
Spring is here again, reproductive glands
We could have some more, nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit, tender age in bloom

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along, he likes to shoot his gun
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
But he don't know what they mean, he don't know what they mean

I wish I was like you, easily amused
Find my nest of salt, everything's my fault
I'll take all the blame, aqua sea foam shame
What else could I be? All apologies

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
But he don't know what they mean, he don't know what they mean

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
But he don't know what they mean, he don't know what they mean

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along, he likes to shoot his gun
In the sun, in the sun I feel as one
But I don't know what it mean, I don't know what it mean



Credits
Writer(s): Kurt Cobain
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