Oh, no not me. I never lost control.

We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend, which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes. I thought you died alone, a long long time ago.
Oh no, not me. We never lost control. You're face to face with The Man Who Sold The World.
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home, I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed, I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills. I must have died alone, a long long time ago.
Who knows? Not me, I never lost control. You're face to face with the Man who Sold the World.
Who knows? Not me, we never lost control. You're face to face with the Man who Sold the World.

My dad says that Nirvana, is a band consist of some drug guys, who meet at some weed shop, but I can't agree him, because I love those guys. I don't care how they look, or how long they have their hair, or how much weed smoked Kurt Cobain, because, all I have now in 2011, is their music.