Lyrics (He's A) Grunge Whore - Turbonegro

(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 selfrespect —
He’s in it for the action —
A million dollar satisfaction —
He 's a grunge whore —
Grunge Whore —
But now the sad part —
It’s time to cry —
Our indie hero —
Is about to die —
Turnd 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 selfrespect —
He’s in it for the action —
A million dollar satisfaction —
He 's a grunge whore —
Grunge Whore —
'Scarface'sample —
Well he’s a grunge whore —
Knows what he likes —
Black leather men on motorbikes —
No selfrespect —
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 punding drums —
He 's a Grunge Whore —
He’s a grunge whore —