Nirvana - The End Lyrics
This is the endMy only friend, the endThis is the endMy only friend, the endIll offer you someIll offer you sexualism and a masculine manYou can rephrase my friend (alt: you can deface my grave, my friend)The killer woke up in belgiumAnd he poured alot of syrup on his wafflesAnd he walked on down the hallAnd he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some gritsAnd then he walked on down the hallAnd then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocketAnd I see that waffle house jukeboxAnd Im gonna walk up to the coinslotAnd then theres a direst line between my pupil and that cionslotAnd I lift that quarter out of my pocketAnd I said, I wanna hear the waffle house themeSo I walk up to the jukebox, and I saidCome on inI believe I will, I believe I willAt the waffle houseI got a six pack and nothin to doOriginally by the doors