It is insane once you get a thread running in your head. I only listened to the album one time on Monday and now I cannot get Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged in New York to stop playing.

“where do bad folks go when they die? / they don’t go to heaven where the angels fly / they go to a lake of fire and fry”

“in the pines / in the pines / where the sun / don’t ever shine / I shiver / the whole / night through”

“I love myself / better than you / I know it’s wrong / but what can I do? / I’m on a plain / I’m on a plain”

“I think I’m dumb / I think I’m dumb / I think I’m dumb / I think I’m dumb”

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