“I Don’t have a gun” dedicated to the memory of Kurt Cobain
By Jimmy Crowley
He was an underground sellout.
Revolutionizing Music.
He Smelled like teen spirit,
And told me to come as I was.
He hated everyone,
but was loved.
He was an angel with a guitar.
At 27, he went too far.
“Bang!”
The gun said,
And Kurt was dead
We only have his memoria.
By Jimmy Crowley
He was an underground sellout.
Revolutionizing Music.
He Smelled like teen spirit,
And told me to come as I was.
He hated everyone,
but was loved.
He was an angel with a guitar.
At 27, he went too far.
“Bang!”
The gun said,
And Kurt was dead
We only have his memoria.
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