Artist: turbonegro
Song: 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 dreadlocks 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
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 to 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
Grunge whore
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 burning, he 's a grunge whore
Paying for the CIA guns, grunge whore
With his distorted guitars and pounding drums, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge whore
