Paper Cuts Nirvana

[Verse 1]
At my feeding time
She'd push food through the door
I crawl towards the cracks of light
Sometimes I can't find my way
Newspapers spread around
Soaking all that they can
A cleaning is due again
A good hosing down

[Pre-Chorus 1]
The lady whom I feel maternal love for
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
And they cock and twitch and masturbate

[Chorus 1]
Why?
I said so
I said so
I said so

[Post-Chorus]
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana