I killed Kurt, I shot him dead
I put that gun up to his head
I pulled the trigger, took his life
I made it look like suicide
I did it for the good of all mankind
I can't stand to hear a rich junkie whine
I blew his brains all over the floor
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
No more grunge rock
No more headache
No more rock star
Now he's worm food
No more Nirvana, or whiny emo songs
I sent you back to hell, back to hell where you belong
I'm glad I blew your brains out, I'm glad I took your life
I just wish you could be around to see me kill your wife
(Это я замочил Курта - выстрелил, и он сдох.
Это я приставил ружьё к его башке.
Это я спустил курок и забрал его жизнь.
Я обставил дело так, словно это было самоубийство.
Я сделал это во благо всех остальных парней,
Я задолбался слушать этого богатенького хнытика-наркошу.
Это я размазал его мозги по всему полу.
Окей, чтобы то ни было - забей.
Теперь - никакого гранджа,
Никакой головной боли.
Рок-звезды больше нет.
Сейчас он кормит червей.
Больше не будет Нирваны,
Всего этого эмо-нытья.
Я отправил тебя обратно в ад -
Туда, где тебе самое место.
Я рад, что размазал твои мозги,
Я рад, что лишил тебя жизни.
Я мечтаю о том, чтобы ты был рядом
Когда я буду мочить твою жёнушку.
(с)берри_брайан)
I killed Kurt, I shot him dead
I put that gun up to his head
I pulled the trigger, took his life
I made it look like suicide
I did it for the good of all mankind
I can't stand to hear a rich junkie whine
I blew his brains all over the floor
Oh well, whatever, nevermind
No more grunge rock
No more headache
No more rock star
Now he's worm food
No more Nirvana, or whiny emo songs
I sent you back to hell, back to hell where you belong
I'm glad I blew your brains out, I'm glad I took your life
I just wish you could be around to see me kill your wife
(It was I who killed Kurt - he shot, and he died.
I put the gun to his head.
I pulled the trigger and took his life.
I arranged the matter as if it were suicide.
I did it for the good of all the other guys
I got tired of listening to this rich narcotic whine.
It was I who smeared his brains all over the floor.
Okay, forget it.
Now - no grunge
No headache.
There are no more rock stars.
Now he feeds the worms.
There will be no more Nirvana
All this emo whining.
I sent you back to hell -
Where you have the place.
I'm glad I smeared your brains
I'm glad I took your life.
I dream of being around
When I will wet your little wife.
(c) berry_brian)
