{~see "Nevermind"~}

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are not made like me
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die
Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for thee

We passed upon the stair
He spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
"I thought you died alone
a long long time ago"

Oh no, not me, we never lost control
You're face, to face, with the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand
And made my way back home
I searched a foreign land
For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare
At all the millions there
I must have died alone
A long long time ago

Who knows, not me, I never lost control
You're face to face with the man who sold the world

Who knows, not me, we never lost control
You're face to face with the man who sold the world

{~see "In Utero"~}

{~see "In Utero"~}

{~see "Nevermind" and "Incesticide"~}

{~see "Nevermind"~}

{~see "Nevermind"~}

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers, and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talkshow hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands

There's nothing at the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
There's a lot up there, but don't be scared
Who needs actions when you got words

you finish with the mop and you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen, and the work
It was fun

Many a hand began to scan around for the next plateau
Some say it was Greenland, and some say Mexico
Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
But those are all just guesses, wouldn't help you
If they could

If I had to lose a mind, if I had to touch feelings
I would lose my soul, the way I do
I don't have to think, I only have to do it
The results are always perfect, but thats old news
Would you like to hear my voice, sprinkled with emotion
Invented at your birth

I can't see the end of me
my whole expanse, I cannot see
Formulate infinity, store it deep inside me

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see them again till the fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Deluth
Got bitten by a dog with a rabod tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
Flew away howling on the yellow moon

People cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
Try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make 'em their own

{~see "In Utero"~}

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
I will shiver the whole night through

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
I will shiver the whole night through

Her husband was a hardworking man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body, it was never found

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine
I will shiver the whole night through