[Verse 1: Kurt Cobain]
In a community that stresses macho male sexual stories as a highlight of all conversation
I was an under-developed immature fat little dude that never got laid and was constantly razzed
"Oh, poor little kid!"
It bothered me probably more so because I was horny and frequently had to make up stories like
"Uh, when I went on vacation I met this chick and we fucked and she loved it!"
Etcetera, etcetera...

(Instrumental break)

I accumulated quite a healthy complex, not to mention the complexion
Then- ultimate form of expression ever
Marijuana
-not have the routine nervous breakdowns once a week
Only being stoned for the first few times was what I claimed as something I would do for the rest of my life
And I would practically do anything to ensure my supply of the fantastic weed

[Verse 2: Kurt Cobain]
I couldn't handle the ridicule
So I got high and drunk and walked down to the train tracks and laid down
And put two big pieces of cement on my chest and legs and I waited for the eleven o'clock train
And the train came closer and closer and closer
And it went on the next track besides me instead of over me
The tension from school had an effect on me and so I couldn't attend the school anymore
And the train scared me enough to try to rehabilitate myself and my
My lifting weights and mathematics seemed to be improving so I became less manically depressed
But still haven't had any friends because I...
I hated everyone, for they were so phoney