Текст песни Nirvana - Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip
Nirvana - Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip слова песни
Текст песни Nirvana - Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip
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 week( )A 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.