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
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