sweet greasy hair and sweet grimy clothes it was the year punk broke in the year of our lord grunge yeah yeah yeah no no no no no yeah yeah yeah no no no no no out on the west coast Black Sabbath, Black Flag; meet 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 yeah yeah yeah no no no no no smashing our instruments ala the who diggin' on Keith Moon and the voice of John Lennon lumberjack rock star jaggin' in the audience's mouth it was the year punk broke in the year of our lord grunge yeah yeah yeah no no no no no yeah yeah yeah no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no