When Kurt Cobain blew out his brain

All the little girls, they cried like rain

And as for me I felt the pain

But I got no T-shirts left to stain

For Kennedy and Jesse James

And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain

You can hear them crying down the lane

From Portland to Maryland, from Greece to Spain

As my life drips like coffee down the drain

My eyes dry up like a rusty chain

So Kennedy and Jesse James

Will have to cry for Kurt Cobain

It's a hard life and no one's to blame

When God's not on the morning train

If Cain don't kill Abel, Abel kills Cain

And tears now shed are shed in vain

For Kennedy and Jesse James

And Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain

There's three new roses growing in the lane

It was a long hard winter, but now there's rain

If you want my tears, tell me your name

Give me your hand, let me feel your pain

But for Kennedy and Jesse James

There's Joan of Arc and Kurt Cobain