Buttnaked babies in the swimming pool
With little wings, on their shoulders
Don’t drown in your drool
Make the water, a little colder

Scream and wail
A little louder
Eat your kale
A little prouder

Float or sink
Dip your head
Below the drink
As I said

Shred the strings on which I dance
Every tremble, something in my blood
Makes me fall at every chance
Ate the barrel, gave it a shot

I wished to free my thoughts
They’re now no longer mine
There’s proof how I hard I fought
In between the lines

Buttnaked Babies and a Sawed Off Shotgun
May it not have been in vain
There are demons on the run
Chasing Kurt Cobain