(He's A) Grunge Whore

He walks the streets alone

His day's complete

Another showdown

Between the sheets

When he remembers

The first time score

The scene was nasty

And his ring was sore

He saw his chance

To make it big

Red rubber mask

And a dreadlock wig

New Music Seminar

He made a scene

He drove them crazy

They made him scream

Tacoma Washington

A motel room

A sordid wedding

They switched as groom

They rode him hard

But it just felt fine

He got to sign

The dotted line

Fame and fortune

He struck it big

Hard but melodic

Became his gig

And every interview

Was so profound

A worthy exponent

Of that grungy sound

Grungy

Well he's a grunge whore

Knows what he likes

Black leather men on motorbikes

No self-respect

He's in it for the action

A million dollar satisfaction

He's a grunge whore

Grunge whore

Grunge whore

Grunge whore

But now the sad part

It's time to cry

Our indie hero

Is about to die

Turned blue in a locker room

He got too high

He shot his smack

Right in his fucking eye

Well he's a grunge whore

Knows what he likes

Black leather men on motorbikes

No self-respect

He's in it for the action

A million dollar satisfaction

He's a grunge whore

He's a grunge whore

Grunge whore

Grunge whore

Well he's a grunge whore

Knows what he likes

Black leather men on motorbikes

No self-respect

He's in it for the action

A million dollar satisfaction

He's a grunge whore

Big wheels keep on turning

He's a grunge whore

Napalm keeps on burning

He's a grunge whore

Paying for the CIA guns

He's a grunge whore

With his distorted guitars and pounding drums

He's a grunge whore

Grunge whore

He is a grunge whore

Grunge whore

He's a grunge whore

Grunge whore

He's a grunge whore

Grunge whore