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Beeswax
Song Author(s):
Kurt Cobain
Recording Session(s):
January 23, 1988 - Reciprocal Studios {prod by Jack Endino}
Availability:
Incesticide
Working Titles and/or Mislabels :
Bees' Wax
Writing Period:
1/1/87
Song Lyrics:
Why doesn't she need him for a father?
Not only made us, but I can thrive on his shit.
Goring my manhood turns a man off.
Like Pepe LePew would say,
Hey, hey, hey! -- then we clash!
I got my diddly spayed (x3)
I got my diddly
She laughs about it.
Shrinking inflections if the wind blows just right.
Jacking themselves off polyester.
I wanna jump, this isn't right!
Hey, when am I getting it back?
I got my diddly spayed (x3)
I got my diddly
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!
I got my diddly spayed (x3)
I got my diddly
If you're wondering, it's gaining monthly. (If your world is getting ugly ?)
Fiberglass insulated, the sky is cotton candy.
Spawning downstream, El Rancho Ovulate.
Freely kill him, make it wrong.
Bill has brought me deep in idyll. (idyll? / anal?)
Billy Slim reminds me of someone.
I'm sick of being Mother Love Bone. (I understand your fear for the love boat ?)
Don't need to kneel 'cause they wanna jump rope.
And I say, loooooook!
I got my diddly spayed,
I got my little tail,
I got my diddly spayed,
I got my diddly spayed
Ahhhh, I got no balls.
Don't throw that ball.
I got a ..huh! huh!
When ya gonna learn?
I got my diddly spayed (x5)
I got my diddly
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