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 BandNeeded 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 songMy 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 nowhereNeeded 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