Radio-Active
5, 4, 3, 2
Aye young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased aye
When I'm flipping through the channels
It's the same old formula again aye
They don't give a damn about us
Bag it up, selling lies to the Feds aye
Young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased
Okay, stop and look around and
Tell me what you see
Why all these people yell the same shit?
Is it this awful business or just the misery?
I know I'll leave way worse
Then how I came here
I'm not blonde enough for rock n' roll
So I won't get no radio
My big hair and my dresses
Won't fit inside your stereo but you
You on the other hand will
Sail through the door since you the pig
I'm the big bad wolf about to blow
Aye young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased aye
When I'm flipping through the channels
It's the same old formula again aye
They don't give a damn about us
Bag it up, selling lies to the Feds aye
Young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased
Tell me something, don't tell me nothing
I used to run around Houston buzzing
Was always searching, I hate perfect
I lost some sanity, it's really working
Not blonde enough for rock n' roll
So I won't get no radio
My big hair and my big
(haha) won't fit inside your stereo
But you, you on the other hand will
Sail through the door since you the pig
I'm the big bad wolf about to blow
Aye young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased aye
When I'm flipping through the channels
It's the same old formula again aye
They don't give a damn about us
Bag it up, selling lies to the Feds aye
Young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased
Aye about to knock down the door
Coming up, they gon' remember my face aye
Need to pour myself up a drink
Make a toast 'cause we came a long way aye
Shoot me down if you want
But at the end of the day I won't change
Aye about to knock down the door
Coming up, they gon' remember my face
Aye young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased aye
When I'm flipping through the channels
It's the same old formula again aye
They don't give a damn about us
Bag it up, selling lies to the Feds aye
Young Kurt Cobain, coming up
I don't wanna be erased