Incesticide Lyrics

Dive
Sliver
Stain
Been a son
Turnaround
Molly's Lips
Son of a gun
(New Wave) Polly
Beeswax
Downer
Mexican Seafood
Hairspray Queen
Aero Zeppelin
Big Long Now
Aneurysm

Dive

Oh! Pick me - pick me yeah Live alone, lone single At least, at least yeah Everyone is hollow Pick me - pick me yeah Everyone is waiting Pick me - pick me yeah You can even pay them Hey (x2) Dive (x3) Dive in me Dive in me (x3) Kiss this, kiss that yeah Live alone, lone single At least, at least yeah You can be my hero Pick me - pick me yeah Everyone is waiting Hit me, hit me yeah I'm real good at hating Hey (x2) Dive (x3) Dive in me Dive in me (x3) (x3) Dive (x3) Dive in me Dive in me (x6) Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book. Sliver
Mom and dad went to a show They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's I kicked and screamed, said please, don't go Grandma take me home (x8) Had to eat my dinner there Mashed potatos and stuff like that I couldn't chew my meat too good Grandma take me home (x8) She said, well, don't you start your crying Go outside and ride your bike That's what I did, I killed my toad Never take me home (x8) After dinner, I had ice cream I fell asleep and watched TV I woke up in my mother's arms Never take me home (x19) I wanna be alone Stain
(x3) Well he never bleeds and he never fucks And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck. Well he never reads and he never draws. And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad luck, yeah I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain Been A Son
She should have stayed away from friends She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn the crown of thorns She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have stood out in the crowd She should have made her mother proud She should have fallen on her stance She should have had another chance (x2) She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have stayed away from friends She should have had more time to spend She should have died when she was born She should have worn the crown of thorns She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have - been a son She should have - been a son Turnaround
Take a step outside yourself And you turn around Take a look at who you are It's pretty scary So silly It's Revolting You're not much You can't do anything Take a step outside the city And you turn around Take a look at what you are It is revolting You're really nowhere So wasteful So foolish Poppycock! Who said don't look back? Don't believe 'em Go for that crazy sounding restaurant 'Cause they're gonna try and get behind you Don't you let them do it You know what I'm talking about? You hear me talking? You hear me talking!? It's pretty scary, it's so revolting (x4) Naaaah ! Take a step outside the country And you turn around Take a look at what you are It is amazing Take a good look You're no big deal You're so petty It's a laugh Take a step outside the planet Turn around and around Take a look at where you are It's pretty scary Originally by Devo Molly's Lips
(x3) She said She'd take me anywhere She'd take me anywhere As long as she stays with me She said She'd take me anywhere She'd take me anywhere As long as I stayed clean Kiss kiss Molly's lips (x4 and x8 in the end) Originally by The Vaselines Son of A Gun
Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround Round round roundabout And over again Gun gun son of a gun You are the only one Makes any difference what I say (x2) The sun shines in the bedroom When we play The raining always starts When you go away Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround Round round roundabout And over again Gun gun son of a gun You are the only one Makes any difference what I say (x2) The sun shines in the bedroom When we play The raining always starts When you go away Up up up and down Turn turn turnaround Round round roundabout And over again Gun gun son of a gun You are the only one Makes any difference what I say (x4) The sun shines in the bedroom When we play The raining always starts When you go away Originally by The Vaselines (New Wave) Polly
Polly wants a cracker I think I should get off of her first Maybe she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To please myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like more food She asks me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To please myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To please myself (Alt: To help myself) Polly said Polly says her back hurts And she's just as bored as me She caught me off my guard It amazes me, the will of instinct It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To please myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To please myself (Alt: To help myself) Beeswax
Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only maidens can occupy my shack Goring my manhood turns a man off Like Pepe LePew would say, Hey, hey, hey! -- and then we clash! I got my diddly spayed (x3) I got my diddly She laughs about it Shrinking inflections if the wind blows just right Jacking themselves off polyester I wanna jump, this isn't right! Hey, when am I getting it back? I got my diddly spayed (x3) I got my diddly I don't know why, I've got a joke too silly to say Don't touch the balls I got a dick, Dick -- hear my fucking hate! I got my diddly spayed (x3) I got my diddly If you're wondering, it's gaining monthly Fiberglass insulated, the sky is cotton candy Spawning downstream, El Rancho Ovulate Feeling can't help me romp Bill just fuck me, take me anal Billy's slit reminds me of someone I'm sick of paying for the love boat Tony and Tenille say wanna jump rope And I say look! I got my penis spayed, I got a little tail, I got my dingaling spayed I got my dingaling spayed I gotta be around pussy Don't let me fall I got a heh-heh ... well you can't live We got my dingaling spayed (x6) I got my dingaling spayed (x5) I got my diddly Other interpretations possible. Downer
Portray sincerity Act out of loyalty Defend every country Wish away the pain Hand out lobotomies To save little families Surrealistic fantasy Bland, boring pain! Hold me down in restitution Living out your date with fusion Is the whole fleece shun in master? Don't feel guilty, master writing Somebody said that they're not much like I am, I know I can Make enough of the words as you go along, I sing then some Sickening pessimist hypocrite master Conservative Communist apocalyptic bastard Thank you dear God for putting me on this Earth I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst! Hold me down in restitution Living out your date with fusion Is the whole fleece shun in master? Don't feel guilty, master writing Somebody said that they're not much like I am, I know I can Make enough of the words as you go along, I sing then some Mexican Seafood
All the itchy flakes, it is a flaming All the gels and cremes it is pertaining To a fungus mold cured by injection Hope it's only ah, a yeast infection Oh well, it burns when I - it hurts when I pee Oh well, it hurts when I - it hurts when I see Now I vomit cum and diarrhoea On the tile floor like oatmeal pizza Fill my toilet bowl full of a cloudy Puss, I feel the blood becoming chowder rust Oh well, it burns when I - it hurts when I pee Oh well, it hurts when I - it hurts when I see Roll into my bed which does consist of Lice, bugs and fleas and yellow mucus Stained dirt, vaseline, toe jam and booger Stomach acid worms that dance in sugared sludge Mmmmm ... Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book. Click here for an alternate interpretation. Hairspray Queen
I was your mind, you were my, my enemy, You were mine, I was your, your enemy, You would mind, I was your, your enemy, You were mine, I was was your en ... aaahh You rang Your ears rang I was your mind, you were my, my enemy, You were mine, I was your, your enemy, You would mind, I was your, your enemy, You were mine, I was was your ena ... aaahh At night, the wishful goddess At night, she'll wish the hardest At night, the disco goddess At night, the witch go gaaahhh! I was your mind, you were my, my enemy, You were mine, I was your, your enemy, You would mind, I was your, your enemy, You were mine, I was was your ena ... Wishful goddess, at night Wish the hardest, at night Wishful goddess, at night Wishful gaaahhh! I was your mind, you were my, my enemy, You were mine, I was your, your enemy, You would mind, I was your, your enemy, You were mine, I was was your ena! At night, the wishful goddess At night, she'll wish the hardest At night, the disco goddess At night, the itch so modest At night, the crisco lochness At night, a mouthful omelette At sight, the fish full goblets At night, the witch go gaaawd !! Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book. Aero Zeppelin
What's a season in a right if you can't have anything What's the reason in a rhyme if a plan means anything What's the meaning in a crime, it's a fan if anything Where's the learning in a line, it's a brand, it's a brand How a culture comes again, it was all here yesterday And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway There's only here to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday You could shit upon the stage, they'll be fans They'll be fans (alt: If you brand) (x3) (x2) All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly Steal a sound and imitate, keep a format equally Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays An idea is what we lack, it doesn't matter anyways Hey ... (x7) Corrected in accordance with the Kurt Cobain 'Journals' book. Big Long Now
It's not cold enough Please put this side up She is moving through Can we show our faces now? I'm not interesting She's not turning green Shameful as it seems Can we show our faces now? Endless climb I am blind Why can't I leave? Color blind Speaking a phrase Instantly grown I am blind Waiting in line It's not cold enough Please put this side up She is moving through Can we show our faces now? I'm not interesting She's not turning green Shameful as it seems Can we show our faces now? Endless climb I am blind Why can't I leave? Color blind Speaking a phrase Instantly grown I am blind Why am I sure? Aneurysm
Come on over and do the twist Over-do it and have a fit Love you so much it makes me sick Come on over and do the twist Beat me outta me - Beat it! beat it! (x7) Beat me outta me Come on over and do the twist Over-do it and have a fit Love you so much it makes me sick Come on over and shoot the shit Beat me outta me - Beat it! beat it! (x7) Beat me outta me She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart (x8)

Most songs written by Kurt Cobain and published by The End of Music/EMI-Virgin Songs, Inc. (BMI). All rights controlled and administered by EMI-Virgin Songs, Inc. (BMI). Some songs published by M.J.-Twelve Music & Murky Slough Music (all EMI-Virgin Songs, Inc.; all BMI). BMI international copyright secured lyrics.