Lyrics: Nirvana. Paper Cuts.

When my feeding time
She push food through the door
I crawl towards the cracks of light
Sometimes I can't find my way

Newspapers spread around
Soaking all that they can
A cleaning is due again
A good hosing down

The lady whom I feel maternal love for
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
And they cock and twitch and masturbate!

I said so (x3)
Nirvana (x6)

Black windows are paint
I scratch with my nails
I see others just like me
Why do they not try escape?

They bring out the older ones
They point at my way
The older ones come with lights
And take my family away

And very later I have learned
To accept some friends of ridicule
My whole existence was for your amusement
And that is why I'm here with you!

To take you
With me to
Your eyes ...

Nirvana (x8)