The Ballad of Kurt Cobain*
This is the ballad 'bout Kurt Cobain
He was probably crazy if he wasn't insane
The only thing I know is with an angel’s voice he sang
And he was doing pretty good until he met this dame
Now he snorted a lot of coke and he smoked a lot of crack
But mostly by and by he just shot a lot of smack
But nothing he could do could get that bitch off of his back
And some say in the end that she's the one who had him whacked
[Interlude]
He was gonna divorce her and she didn't like that
Because she was a conniving greedy hole who liked to smoke a lot of crack
The guy who said she tried to hire him wound up dead along the tracks
She's an evil-hearted siren with a heart of cold, dark black
Now that she had him done in there were a lot of hints
On the gun with which he shot himself there were no fingerprints
And the note he left behind him in two different hands was writ
And after right at first she didn't grieve a fucking bit
[Interlude]
This is the ballad 'bout Kurt Cobain
He was probably crazy if he wasn't insane
The only thing I know is with an angel’s voice he sang
He'd have probably died anyway but it's just not the same
© 2000 Randy Bone
*I am not officially claiming that anything in this song is actually true. So please don't sue me, Courtney Love.