Grunge Song Lyrics - Dudu The Son

My mind is trapped 

Beneath this sound wave 

My hands don't clap 

As I really don't care 

Useless hard work 

Culture of Diazepam 

I've done a good job 

I've joined the Lonely Hearts Club Band 

Needed to convince myself 

Some said all these chords were wrong 

I hoped to hold some hand 

Suddenly I felt all alone 

Then I heard some sound 

A scream from somewhere I belong 

Don't wanna be Cobain 

Just wanted to play my grunge song 

My grunge song 

My sacred stuff 

Are dried lobsters 

I'm some kind of freak 

Of surrealism 

Show your ID 

I can't 'cause I'm no one 

I wrote a postcard: 

Greetings from nowhere 

Needed to convince myself 

Some said all these chords were wrong 

I hoped to hold some hand 

Suddenly I felt all alone 

Then I heard some sound 

A scream from somewhere I belong 

Don't wanna be Cobain 

Just wanted to play my grunge song 

My grunge song