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