Lost on a highway

Sleeping under the bridge 

You'd find nothing but alcohol inside his fridge

No friends, no love, no sympathy 

'Cause he was lost inside the Drug World's fatal spree

Running around joking like a cannibal and dancing in the rain

A little boy whose talent no one was ever able to restrain

Baby blue eyes shining bright like little diamonds in the night sky

A broken heart and a painful smile,

His soul surrounded with ice

Too bad he wasn't able to seek for Paradise

God then sent him an angel

With blue eyes just like his

To whom he gave the name Frances

Kurt and his little baby were singing feeling free

But he never made it to experience true relief

His heart broke into pieces

After he returned from Rome

Nothing around reminded him of home

A little bit of heroine, a gun and then a bullet

They were enough to end this game of russian roulette

"Say a prayer,

Close your eyes.

Your daddy is still here

And he'll never be gone.

His music is alive and breathes just like a human being.

Sleep well, my little Frances.

And remember that 

I LOVE YOU"