Hellbound Blues

Cocaine, Kurt Cobain
I been blowin' up my (click-click) brains
Oh I ain’t gonna feel no pain tonight
Hot damn kilograms
Whiter than the Alabama Ku Klux Klan
And blowin' through a cool couple o' grand
One line at a time
All the things you’ll do
All of the things you’ll do
To try to get through the night
Before the night gets through with you
Sweet dreams in blue jeans
She got some tattoos and a lip ring
And the kind of pills that they give you when you’re down
Hot damn, a hologram
Sayin' «Don't you know who the fuck I am?»
She’s my queen of the neon nothin' land
Where she presides
And all the things we’ll do
All of the things we’ll do
To try to get through the night
Before the night gets through with you
Cow trails, tall tails
Pave the beach and fuckin' nuke the whales
I guess you gotta sell out if all else fails to fly
Now it’s contracts and acting class
They wanna build you up before some big collapse
Oh I’m a-just a-waitin' on the last synapse to fry
So the things I’ll do
They are the things you would do
To try to get through the night
Before the night gets through with you