When I was less than 10,
my mother bought me my second tape.
I wore the speakers out,
with songs about laziness and rape.
Now it seems so still
the route that kids persue.
Cause every hack with an ax wants to burn out just like you.
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Cobain Cobain Cobain Cobain
When I was 21
I thought that I would OD just to be,
another in a chain,
of self abusing loners just like me.
But now I'd rather wring the nectar from my skin
I have no use for swimming laps in a sea of dorsal fins
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Cobain Cobain Cobain Cobain
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Cobain Cobain Cobain Cobain
You're beautiful,
but you're gone.
I'm gonna sing,
without a rasp now.
The violence,
The immigrants,
The sentiment,
we want it back now.
The radio keeps you alive.
It's got your ghost, within a cycle.
But I don't want to be a part of a disease or in denial.
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Cobain Cobain Cobain Cobain
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Thank God I'm not a clone of you
Cobain Cobain Cobain Cobain