I Killed Kurt

I killed Kurt, I shot him deadI put that gun up to his headI pulled the trigger, took his lifeI made it look like suicideI did it for the good of all mankindI can't stand to hear a rich junkie whineI blew his brains all over the floorOh well, whatever, nevermindNo more grunge rockNo more headacheNo more rock starNow he's worm foodNo more Nirvana, or whiny emo songsI sent you back to hell, back to hell where you belongI'm glad I blew your brains out, I'm glad I took your lifeI just wish you could be around to see me kill your wife