Kurt Cobain — Old Age Acoustic

Yes I'm breathing Filthy hands, hey, hey Read to me, hey, hey, hey Miss me, hey, hey, hey Prefer me sad, hey, hey And I wouldn't break She wouldn't miss me She wouldn't miss me And i am afraid It's a fire - our house is gone And I refrain Are you God, Are you good Get away, no more And now your fingers meet the floor And now I can barely be alone And now I am one to obey me Preach me fire and lead the way Be silent bit and I will say You see in fire me away And now, and now, hey Keep it down to one more spacious One more howl and i feigned my service Someday I'll find my way to something It's not hard to relieve my service Come inside of her inner circles Someday I won't be high, no way, it's over She seems to read minds And I'm dead, dumb and blind Wait the fame I use She's the same Old age (x3) Some are killed and some are wounded Some were kind and I feigned my service Someday I won't find my way, its over Its not fair he believes my servants One more hours in the week my servants Someday I will wound my way to something She seems to read minds And I'm dead, dumb and blind Face the face in the mirror We survey Old age (x4) 'Cause you're just afraid to see, you're all weird Come on higher way I'm begging, see? One more hour and I face my service Come on down to relieve my servants Someday i will have found my way to nothing Second there, feign my service One more howl and I won't be serviced Someday I will have found my way to something She seems to read minds And I'm dead, dumb and blind Wait the fame I use Jesus saves Old age, old age Jesus saves Old age, old age