Seems like no one pays attention to me

I'm just so plain and ordinary

I wish I could leave my mark like him

He went out like a superstar

O.D.'d blazing heroin

Yeah, Kurt, Well he knew what was down

Blew his head clean off, And just look at him now

Nirvana merchandise is up six points

Don't waste your time learning chords

Just buy a gun and smoke two joints

Cause It's not about music anymore

They forgot what guitars are even for

It's all about sex, drugs and cash

Stick a needle in your arm and you're famous in a flash

Bands used to practice their songs

Now they practice loading their bongs

Too stoned to strum a bass

So stick a gun in your face

And you'll be on a T-shirt before long

Skills and tempo ain't the way to fame

Aids and syringes help to build a name

So keep chugging on that booze

You'll be on the evening news

Believe me, your life will never be the same