VERSE 1
My name is Starship Cobain and I’m from Washington State
The capitalist kiss of death is something I fucking hate
Lost my job at the Amazon warehouse, tossed out like trash
Now I live check-to-check by slaving away for Door Dash
I can deal with my pain with a roll of medical Mary-Jane
I’d smoke that shit regardless of what the lawmakers say
It’s as legal as whoring yourself out in the city of Las Vegas
Until the feds catch you with your pants down playing Sega
VERSE 2
My name is Starship Cobain and I’m from Port Orchard
They should really think about changing the name to Poor Tortured
Everybody’s got a truck and they all voted for Trump
They got the bumper stickers to prove it and the sense of a tree stump
Everybody’s transmission sounds like a smoker’s cough
If you turned it up to eleven and exploded their heads off
Not much to do here but sit in line at the Burger King
And order a hundred whoppers with a tank of onion rings
VERSE 3
My name is Starship Cobain, let’s all go to Seattle
And pray we don’t get caught up in a gangster gun battle
All I want out of this city is a show with Pop Evil
Fuck around in the mosh pit with some drunk ass people
I miss the days of Nirvana and that whole damn scene
A generation depressed when Kurt blew his head off clean
There were many imitators, but none of them could compare
To the gravelly voice that made your hair stand in the air
VERSE 4
My name is Starship Cobain, what does that even mean?
Hell if I know, it probably came to me in a dream
Or maybe it was chosen by my schizophrenic voices
Because from here on out, they’ll always make my choices
