In Bloom

Immodium

Help Me, I'm Hungry

Oh, The Guilt

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Pennyroyal Tea

It's Closing Soon

Heart-Shaped Box

Scentless Apprentice

Been A Son

Something In The Way

Negative Creep

Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Baba O'Riley

The End

Lithium

Dumb

Molly's Lips

In His Hands

The Man Who Sold The World

Smells Like Teen Spirit

HELP ME, I'm HUNGRY

Hold me, there's too much tension
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right

Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want

Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

OH, THE GUILT

She seems to think, she seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea, she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound, she likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit

She likes to be (x3)
She's into guilt
Guilt (x3)

She likes to think, she likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time, she owns the time
She borrows time, cause of self-invent
She seems too weak, she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand, she likes to stand
She likes to sit, she likes to go
Go (x3)

She likes to be (x3)
She likes to go
Go (x7)

IT'S CLOSING SOON (aka Drunk In Rio - aka Closing Time)

Why, oh why, oh why,
Ohhhh, why.....(many times)
Aaaaah..oohhhhh

Note : You're guess is as good as mine...

BABA O'RILEY (The Who)

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!

THE END (The Doors)

This is the end
My only friend, the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end

I'll offer you some
I'll offer you sexualism and a masculine man
You can rephrase my friend
(Alt: You can deface my grave, my friend)

The killer woke up in Belgium
And he poured alot of syrup on his waffles
And he walked on down the hall
And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits
And then he walked on down the hall
And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket
And I see that waffle house jukebox
And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot
And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that coinslot
And I lift that quarter out of my pocket
And I said, I wanna hear the waffle house theme
So I walked up to the jukebox, And I said
Come on in
I believe I will, I believe I will
At the waffle house
I got a six pack and nothin' to do

IN HIS HANDS (aka In His Room)

Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.

See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care

Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should

See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care

We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.

See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room