I'm not an artist, I'm Kurt Cobain.
Look at my haircut we're almost the same.
I'll sing you some sentimental soul.
Covered by kick-ass rock 'n roll. 

How is it up there in your castle,
Aren't you happy you're inside?
And now you realize, it's just a fairy tale,
and you discover, that your castle's made of sand. 

I'll do the dishes 'cause he is the rock star.
He thinks he is god when he lights his cigar.
His mind on his music, his music is mine.
It might be confusing but I think he's fine. ​

How is it up there in your castle,
Aren't you happy you're inside?
And now you realize, it's just a fairy tale,
and you discover, that your castle's made of sand.