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
