Nirvana:Paper Cuts

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“Paper Cuts”
Artist:	Nirvana
Albums:	Bleach (1989)

When my feeding time
She pushed food through the door
I crawl towards the cracks of light
Sometimes I can't find my way
Newspapers spread around
Soaking all that they can
A cleaning is due again
A good hosing down

The lady whom I feel maternal love for
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
And they cock and twist and masturbate!
I said so... (x3)
Nirvana (x6)

Black windows of paint
I scratched with my nails
I see others just like me
Why do they not try to escape?
They bring out the older ones
They point in my way
They come with flashlights
And take my family away

And very later I have learned to
Accept some friends of ridicule
My whole existence is for your amusement
And that is why I'm here with you
To take with me
Your right (to)
Nirvana (x8)