kumbaworld
In His Room
Nirvana
He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream
Youīre not gonna thank him and Iīm tired of this dream
Take him on occassion in the back of the room
If they donīt show any affection heīll died in June

See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
Heīs dying in his room
Heīs dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I donīt care

I donīt want to thank you, well I donīt mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine
Heīs not gonna catch you in a lighted room
You donīt thank him I know I should

See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I donīt care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, you would too
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I donīt care

Weīre not gonna make it, well I donīt mind
They donīt want to thank him, they donīt have any time
In a conversation whom they donīt know
They donīt have any patience, theyīre becoming slow

See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I donīt love him, I donīt care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we donīt care In His Room