Here's To You, Blue Eyes

When I was less than ten My mother bought me my second tape I wore the speakers out With songs about laziness and rape Now it seems so still the route that kids pursue Cos every hack with an axe wants to burn out just like you [Hook] Thank God I'm not a clone of you Thank God I'm not a clone of you Cobain, Cobain, Cobain, Cobain When I was twenty one I thought that I would OD just to be Another in a chain Of self abusing loners just like me But now I'd rather wring the nectar from my skin I have no use for swimming laps in a sea of dorsal fins [Hook] x2 You're beautiful, but you were gone I'm gonna sing without a rasp now The violence, the immigrants The sentiment, we want it back now The radio keeps you alive It's got your ghost, within a cycle But I don't want to be a part Of the disease or in denial [Hook] x2