(He’s A) Grunge Whore Turbonegro

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