The whole world was crying when Kurt's gun went bang When Eazy-E died though, it wasn't no thang Rapper dies of A.I.D.S. but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shotgun, a hero is made Maybe I should do that shit so J can get paid

They all stand straight and swing to the side No heads, but they feet still glide Take a step back, twist and dive I even seen Kurt Cobain get live

Don't feel like home. He's a little out And all this words elope. There's nothing like your poem A scratching voice all alone. There's nothing like your barito…

You can hear them crying down the lane From Portland to Maryland From Greece to Spain

'I think that Britney has blown more things than the gearbox on her Ferrari lately and Christina is living proof that you can polish a turd.'

When I started this song I was still thirty-three The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker wou…

'Nicollette Sheridan? Personality of spam.'