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Liricas de Incesticide
Album:Incesticide
Productores: Varios
Miembros:Kurt Cobain (Guitarra y voz) Krist Novoselic (Bajo) Dave Grohl (bateria en Turnaround, Molly's Lips,Son of a Gun,Been a Son, (New Wave) Polly y Aneurysm) Chad channing (Bateria en Big Long Now,Stain,Dive) Dale Crover (bateria en Beeswax, Downer, Mexican Seafood, Hairspray Queen y Aero Zeppelin ) Dan Peters(bateria en sliver)
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Dive
Pick me, pick me yeah
Let a low, long signal
At ease at least, yeah
Everyone is hollow
Pick me, pick me yeah
Everyone is waiting
Pick me, pick me yeah
You can even pay them
Hey
Dive
Dive
Dive
Dive in me
Kiss this, kiss that yeah
Let a low, long signal
At ease at least, yeah
You can be my hero
Pick me - pick me yeah
Everyone is waiting
Hit me, hit me yeah
I'm real good at hating
Hey
Dive
Dive
Dive
Dive in me
Sliver
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Gramma take me home
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatos and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meat too good
Gramma take me home
She said why don't you stop your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I kicked my toe
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep, and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Gramma take me home
Wanna be alone
Stain
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads and he never draws
And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad luck yeah
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
Uh
Been A Son
She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn the crown of thorns
She should have been a son
She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance
She should have been a son
Turnaround
Take a step outside yourself
And turn around
Take a look at who you are
It's pretty scary
So silly
Revolting
You're not much
You can't do anything
Take a step outside the city
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is revolting
You're really nowhere
So wasteful
So foolish
Poppycock
Who said don't look back?
Don't believe 'em
Go for that crazy sounding restaurant
'Cause they're gonna try and get behind you
Don't you let 'em do it
You know what I'm talking about?
You hear me talking?
You hear me talking?
It's pretty scary
It's so revolting
Take a step outside the country
And turn around
Take a look at what you are
It is amazing
Take a good look
You're no big deal
You're so petty
It's lots
Take a step outside the planet
Turn around and around
Take a look at where you are
It's pretty scary
Molly's Lips
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as she stays with me
She said
She'd take me anywhere
She'd take me anywhere
As long as I stayed clean
Kiss kiss
Molly's lips
Kiss kiss
Molly's lips
Kiss kiss
Molly's lips
Kiss kiss
Son Of A Gun
Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun, gun, son of a gun
You aren't the only one
Thats makes any difference to what I say
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away
New Wave Polly
Polly wants a cracker
Think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
Isn't me
Haven't seen (have a seed)
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Cut yourself (don't hurt yourself)
Want some help
Please myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
Help myself
Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like more food
She asked me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few
Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
Amazes me, the will of instinct
Beeswax
I was a seeking out for a funnel
Not only magnets but I could pry bar it shut
Glueing my manhood towards a manhole
Like peppy lepew the scent
hey hey had lightweight clutch
I got my titilate spayed
Push the assbutton
Tweeking and flexing if the wind blows just right
Tacky and thumbs on polyester
Highwater jumpsuits and a raped ape
I got my titilate spayed
I don't know why
I got a joke too silly to say
Don't touch the balls
I got a dick, dick, hear my fucking hate
Vinegar and water is gaining monthly
Fiberglass insulation disquised as cotton candy
Spawning down stream el rancho ovulate
Feeding a cow hamburger and raw
Peter has brought me the tiki idol
Billy's sneer reminds me of someone
Homesick, a bay aboard the love boat
Toni, Tenile, Sonny Bono, Charo had a nice set of lungs
I got my titilate spayed
I got a little tail
Downer
Mexican Seafood
Ah, the itchy flakes, it is a flaming
To the gels and creams, it is pertaining
To a fungus mold is myy injection
Hope it's only a yeast infection
Oh well it hurts when I, it hurts when I pee
Oh well it hurts when I, it hurts when I see
Now I vomit cum and diarrhea
On the tile floor, like oatmeal pizza
Fill my toilet bowl, full of a cloudy puss
I feel the blood, becoming chowder rust
Oh well it hurts when I, it hurts when I pee
Oh well it hurts when I, it hurts when I see
Roll into my bed, which does consist of
Lice, bugs and fleas and yellow mucus
Stained dirt vaseline, toe jam and boogers
Stomach acid worms, that dance in sugared sludge
Hairspray Queen
I was your mind, you were my, my enemy
You were, mine, I was, was your enemy
You would mind, I was your, your enemy
You were mine, I was, was your ena...
You rang
Your ears rang
At night, the wishful goddess
At night, she'll wish the hardest
At night, the disco goddess
At night, the witch go aaahhh
Wishful goddess, at night
Wish the hardest, at night
Wishful goddess, at night
Wishful gaaahhh
At night, wishful goddess
At night, wish the hardest
At night, disco goddess
At night, the itch so modest
At night, the Crisco loch ness
At night, the mouthful omelette
At sight, fishfull goblets
At night, the witch go...gaaaaaawd
Aero Zeppelin
What's a season in a right if you can't have anything
What's the reason in a rhyme if a plan means anything
What's the meaning in a crime, it's a fan if anything
Where's the learning in a line, it's a brand, it's a brand
How a culture comes again, it was all here yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
There's only here to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday
You could shit upon the stage, they'll be fans
They'll be fans
They'll be fans
They'll be fans
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate, keep a format equally
Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, it doesn't matter anyways
Hey
Big Long Now
It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through
Can we show our faces now?
I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?
Endless climb
I am blind
Why can't I leave?
Color blind
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Waiting in line
Why am I sure?
Aneurysm
Come on over and do the twist
Over do it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and do the twist
Beat me outta me (Beat it, beat it)
Come on over and do the twist
Over do it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and shoot the shit
She keeps it pumpin' straight to my heart
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