Come as you are, as you weren’t,
Though we wanted you to be.
To the end, we’d pretend
That your pain could set us free.
Each guitar you destroyed
Shone a light into our void.
Flannel shirt, how it hurt
We converted you to Kurt.
You were Kurt.
Did that hurt?
Come. Come to us. Did you feel
If we loved you, you would heal?
Heal the child, heal the scars.
We would tell you who you are.
Would success fix your pride,
And would it clean the mess inside?
Come on the ride.
Hey, is it fair, that we made you the one?
There was nowhere to run.
And we sold you that gun.
Come as you were. We await,
Finding strength in quiet hate.
With your screams, with your rage,
you restored a dying age.
Every mall, every car,
And every jock came As You Are.
What would you be?
You were free.
Come as you are! Come as you are!
Come be a star! Look you’re a star.
Bye to the 80s. Just ask the ladies.
Send ‘em to Hades.
Come as you are, as you are.
Come as you are, as you are.
Come as you are. Be a star.
Come as you are. Be a star.
Come as you are! Come as you are!
Come be a star! Look you’re a star.
Come build a new age
Of bubble gum and rage.
Yay, USA.
The members of Big Slice rubbed shoulders with Britpop legends like Suede & Echobelly—no surprise when you hear their radiant, hooky songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2022