“HURTS LIKE HEAVEN” REMIX / “KURT’S IN HEAVEN” by the True Widow

“KURT’S IN HEAVEN”  sung to “HURTS LIKE HEAVEN”
Writer of grunge rock songs so totally cool;
A somber soul who broke all the rules.
Nirvana is discovered in a heart-shaped box;
Kurt didn’t need drug rehab, just an enema and a full spectrum detox.
Taken up in an assumption of glory sublime;
I struggle with the feeling
That his life was divine.
His music lives on and will never fade;
Too bad Craven Courtney is the only one who still gets paid.
Nirvana was a feeling and a name of a band;
For a little while, the Seattle threesome ruled out land.
But alas, Saint Kurt was called home too soon;
Now the Star of Cobain twinkles in the “Yellow” light of the moon.
See the throne of greatness where our heavenly friend does repose;
He is our Church of Chris Martin guardian angel, as every true believers certainly knows.
Torn apart by a bullet shot through this holy head;
Saint Kurt was murdered and did not shoot himself dead.
The beat from my heart will stop some day;
Then I will go to my great reward past the Pearly Gates, I sincerely pray.
The Church has a devoted advocate in our blessed Saint from above;
As the True Widow declares her infinite, never-ending love. Amen.
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