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Sweet greasy hair, sweet grimy clothes
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It was the year punk broke
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In the year of our Lord Grunge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no no no no no...
Out on the west coast
Black Sabbath, Black Flag meets 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...
Smashing our instruments ala the Who
Diggin' on Keith Moon and the voice of John Lennon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no no no no no...
Lumberjack rock star jaggin' into your empty mouth
It was the year punk broke
In the year of our Lord Grunge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no no no no no no!
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