Shame!
You tore up your best jeans
Is that a peace sign in your ear?
Your face is twisted
In a Kurt Cobain sneer
Your girlfriend thinks you're cool
Your father says you're queer
Hey!
Shame!
Hey!
Shame!
Ah, cut your hair, sew up your jeans
If you're trying to look dumb, you succeed
Little coffin-kids fresh from the grave
With no idea how to behave
You talk like the kids on KTV
And I've heard your defence
You blame it on Wayne's World
You blame it on CNN
Just listen to yourselves
Wrapped up inside yourselves
Hey!
Shame!
Hey!
Shame!
Ah, cut your hair, sew up your jeans
Could you even say what Nirvana means?
In your affected, hateful, whining, coy
Everybody-hates-me
Voice
You tore up your best pair of jeans
If you're trying to look dumb, you succeed
You talk like the kids on KTV
Party on, dudes, excellent
Shwing
Hey!
Shame!