He walks the alone , his day's complete showdown between the sheets When he the first time score The scene was nasty and his ring was
He saw his to make it big Red rubber mask and a wig New seminar, he made a scene He drove them crazy, made him scream
Tacoma Washington, a room A sordid wedding, they switched as rode him hard but it just felt fine He got to the dotted line
and fortune, he struck it big Hard but melodic his gig And every was so profound A exponent of that grungy sound
Grungy, well a grunge whore knows what he likes leather men on motorbikes No self respect, he's in it for the A million dollar He 's a whore
whore Grunge Grunge whore
But now the sad part, time to cry Our hero is about to die Turned blue in a room He got to high, he shot his smack right in his eye
Well he's a grunge whore knows he likes Black leather men on No self respect, in it for the action A million satisfaction He 's a grunge
whore Grunge whore Grunge
Well he's a grunge whore what he likes leather men on motorbikes No self respect, in it for the action A dollar satisfaction He 's a grunge
Big wheels keep on turning, he 's a whore keeps burning, he 's a grunge whore Paying for the CIA guns, whore With his distorted guitars and pounding drums, he 's a grunge
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge He 's a grunge whore, he 's a whore He 's a whore, he 's a grunge whore He 's a whore, he 's a grunge whore