Nirvana - In Bloom

Sell the kids for food, weather changes moods, spring is here again, reproductive glance.

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

And he likes to sing along

And he likes to shoot his gun

But he knows not what it means

Knows not what it means

And I say

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

And he likes to sing along

And he likes to shoot his gun, but he knows not what it means, knows not what it means.

And I say, yeah.

We can have some more.

Nature is a bore.

Bruised is on the fruit. Tender age in bloom.

Here's a one who likes all our pretty songs.

And he likes to sing along. And he likes to shoot his gun.

But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means

And I say, he's the one who likes all our pretty songs

And he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun

But he knows not what it means, knows not what it means

And I say, yeah

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he likes to sing along, and he likes to

shoot his gun, but he knows not what it means, knows not what it means, and I say he's the

one who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to

shoot his gun but he knows not what it means knows not what it means knows not

what it means knows not what it means and I say yeah