(for Kurt Cobain)
I could never see your face
To see if you were really crying
Your hair hung like rain
I would have sworn that you were lying.
One long scream ran through every refrain
You were riding four white horses, they were driving you insane
But we were riding shotgun when you blew out your brain
You never reached it, did you,
Mr Rain
The needle drives the city
And the city drives the sound
Orphans always follow
The music underground
Everyone who cut you down while you were raising Cain
Who bought your outcast mutterings
then flushed you down the drain
All who love and curse you now, we love and curse in vain
You never reached it, did you,
Mr Rain
Mr Rain, Mr Rain
Mr Rain, Mr Rain
You never reached it, did you, Mr Rain
Every spring kill the king
Every spring kill the king
Every spring kill the king
Oh you never reached it, did you?
Oh you never reached it, did you?
No, you never reached it, did you?
Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld Hydrogen Jukebox Mus