[Spoken Segment]
Krist: Here's a band like "Extreme," some total schlock-rock band. We played with them at some festival. I don't know why, but—um—they are in an alternate reality than ours. They are in that "rock'n'roll" rock-reaity. They—bec'—and, it's just, it's a different reality!

Kurt: And they want—They surround themselves with these professional dickhead, commercial rock'n'roll guys, who like, when they'd show up at an airport their-their manager runs in ahead of them and-and tells the people who are greeting them at their label—

Krist: "No video. No video."

Kurt: "No video. We want a path straight to the-to the van. Here's what we need, we want a path straight to the van. We don't want any pictures taken." Y'know, and it's like, "so what?" (laughs)

Krist: And I'm not even really—sure if they're aware that things can actually operate on a different level

Dave: I don't think they're aware of how much they suck!

Kurt: (laughs)

Krist: Yeah, yeah, that's true

[Verse]
Underneath the bridge
Tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm livin' off of grass
And the drippin's from my ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
[Chorus]
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm