Текст песни Nirvana - Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through
Nirvana - Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through слова песни
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thingThat you`re only supposed to use once and then discardWhere do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friendMy shyness, pet her flowShe`s only been five months late, even though we haven`t had sex for a weekA meal a day, a meal, I sayAnd my heart`s made my ...Somebody else already used the word `aurora-borealis`She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezerShe`s only five weeks late, but I haven`t had a date forever ...Ever ... ever ... forever!Wish I had more ... more opportunity,More chances to remember some thingsSo I couldn`t have so much pressure on my ...On my ... on my, um ... ah, on my ... um ... um ... headWe`d have so much more diversity,And so much more input, so much more creative flow,If we had someone in school, a `GIT` ...GIT ... geeks ... in ... town.Ha! ... Come on, Dave, think of one ... !- Girls with troubleIt should be GIC, geeks with charvelsNo, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of time ...{laughs} One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh!Yeaaaahhhhh!You`re personally responsible for ...The entire strip ... to be washed away ...Cleansed ... as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcoholFlowed through the strip and were set on fire.It didn`t just singe the hair, it made it straight.And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,And his ... silk ...And he ... he erected a beautiful city ...A city of stars.Other interpretations possible. Thanks to Daniel for corrections.