Letras
First there were the poets
Then there were the freaks
Perfection isn't found
In a flawless physique
We can't achieve
What were supposed to be
We find an escape
Between the bars and me
The last king of grunge is dead
What is left that we haven't said
The fall of pills brings back black tar
A dying junkie stares at the stars
Medias a record
That plays on repeat
He said
She says
But we bought front row seats
The last king of grunge is dead
What is left that we haven't said
The fall of pills brings back black tar
A dying junkie stares at the stars
Only sideways idols
All vain and weak
Nothing to inspire
Nothing that'll start a fire
The last king of grunge is dead
What is left that we haven't said
The fall of pills brings back black tar
A dying junkie stares at the stars
The first king of grunge is dead
Who will say what is left unsaid?