Luyện nghe bài hát Grunge Whore

He walks the streets , his day's complete
Another between the sheets
When he the first time score
The was nasty and his ring was sore

He saw his chance to it big
Red rubber and a dreadlocks wig
New seminar, he made a scene
He drove them crazy, made him scream

Washington, a motel room
A wedding, they switched as groom
They rode him hard but it just fine
He got to the dotted line

and fortune, he struck it big
Hard but melodic his gig
And every interview was so
A worthy exponent of that sound

Grungy, he's a grunge whore knows what he likes
leather men on motorbikes
No self respect, in it for the action
A million satisfaction
He 's a whore

Grunge
whore
Grunge
whore

But now the sad part, time to cry
Our indie hero is to die
blue in a locker room
He got to high, he shot his right in his fucking eye

Well he's a grunge whore what he likes
Black leather men on
No respect, he's in it for the action
A million satisfaction
He 's a whore

Grunge
Grunge
whore
Grunge

he's a grunge whore knows what he likes
Black men on motorbikes
No respect, he's in it for the action
A dollar satisfaction
He 's a whore

Big wheels on turning, he 's a grunge whore
Napalm keeps burning, he 's a grunge
for the CIA guns, grunge whore
With his distorted and pounding drums, he 's a grunge whore

He 's a grunge whore, he 's a whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge
He 's a whore, he 's a grunge whore
He 's a grunge whore, he 's a grunge