Turbonegro - Grunge Whore (He’s A) lyrics
[Turbonegro - Grunge Whore He’s A lyrics]
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
Seidelbaum: Subtotal: $283
10765 you want a company check here?
Tony Montana: Let's count it again
S: No, no come on, come on
T: Business is business come
On you're talking $1, 500 here
S: Okay
You keep the change okay? I don't give a shit
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
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
Seidelbaum: Subtotal: $283
10765 you want a company check here?
Tony Montana: Let's count it again
S: No, no come on, come on
T: Business is business come
On you're talking $1, 500 here
S: Okay
You keep the change okay? I don't give a shit
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