Nirvana de " H. I" Letras Originales

Hairspray Queen

I was your mine, you were mine, my enemy,
You were, mine, I was your, your enemy,
You were, mine, I was your, your enemy,
You were, mine, I was once your en...aaahh

You rang
Your ears rang

At night, wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, disco goddess
At night, we'll go...gaaahhh

Wishful goddess, at night
Wish the hardest, at night
Wishful goddess, at night
Wishful gaaahhh

At night, wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, disco goddess
At night, you were so modest
At night, Crisco lovefest
At night, a mouthful on me
It's like, fish-filled garbage
At night, we'll go...gaaahhh

(interesting erotic noises)


Heart-Shaped Box

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hate
Haight
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your prieless advice
Hey
Wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back


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...

Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?

Naked man (you say you saw)
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help


Here She Comes Now

Aah, if she ever comes now now

Aah, she looks so good,
aah, she's made out of wood, just look and see´


I Hate Myself and Want to Die

Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

In the someday what's that sound?

most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached to his skull
with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer

In Bloom
In Bloom
Sell the kids for food
--weather changes moods
Spring is here again
--reproductive glands

He's the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
And I say aahh

We can have some more -- nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit -- tender age in bloom


In His Room

He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream
You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream
Take him on occassion in the back of the room
If they don't show any affection he'll 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

I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine
He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room
You don't thank him 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, you would too
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care

We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time
In a conversation whom they don't know
They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow

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

Muy buen aporte Sabandija.... le verdad q un laburtio bastante largo