Lord Grunge

Sweet greasy hair
 And sweet grimy clothes
 It was the year punk broke
 In the year of our lord grunge
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 Out on the West coast
 Black Sabbath, Black Flag meet The Beatles
 It was the Seattle sound that made me proud
 In the year of our lord grunge
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 Yeah. yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 Smashing our instruments ala The Who
 Digging on Keith Moon
 And the voice of John Lennon
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 Lumberjack rockstar
 Jagging in the audiences mouth
 It was the year punk broke
 In the year of our lord grunge
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no, no, no
 No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no