The Good Ole Days Of Grunge
Woodbox GangVersion1
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We were young in the days of grunge
When the music came from pain
We smoked cigarettes at lunch
And dressed like Kurt Cobain
Manic depression was in style
And so was heroin
My friends and me we had apathy
In the good ole days of grunge
Sally Dutch didn't talk much
She hated her middle name
But your shoulder would get punched
If you took the lord's name in vain
Her father was an evil man
That should have gone to jail
He'd say Jezebel don't you ever tell
God's little whores go to hell
Stuart McCann was a ladies man
So he wanted us to believe
We would see him hand in hand
With a new girlfriend each week
His father was a broken soul
And his mother a hateful hag
Poor old Stu would come unglued
If you called him a fag
Lucy Potter the preacher's daughter
Was daddy's little girl
Righteously raised in a cave
And sheltered from the world
Jocks and preps and dumb rednecks
Would tease her on a dare
She thought babies came from storks and claimed
A blowjob was drying your hair
Dirty Russ was an ugly cuss
He didn't bathe or brush his teeth
You couldn't be around him 'cause
He made it hard to breathe
Everyone made fun of him
But little did they know
He lived in a van with his old man
Who drank up all the dough
Well I guess we got depressed
In April of '94
Some heroes fall some heroes die
Some ain't heroes no more
Now that I think about my friends
I don't know who's dead or alive
'Cause I never saw a one at all
Since May of '95
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Readable chord sheet for The Good Ole Days Of Grunge by Woodbox Gang
[Dm]We were young in the [C]days of grunge When the [Dm]music[C] came fr[F]om pain [F]We smoked ciga[C]rettes at lunch And [Bb]dressed like[A] Kurt [Dm]Cobain [Dm]Manic depression[C] was in style An[Dm]d so wa[C]s h[F]eroin [F]My friends and me we had [C]apathy In the [Bb]good ole[A] days of[Dm] grunge Sally Dutch didn't talk much She hated her middle name But your shoulder would get punched If you took the lord's name in vain Her father was an evil man That should have gone to jail He'd say Jezebel don't you ever tell God's little whores go to hell Stuart McCann was a ladies man So he wanted us to believe We would see him hand in hand With a new girlfriend each week His father was a broken soul And his mother a hateful hag Poor old Stu would come unglued If you called him a fag Lucy Potter the preacher's daughter Was daddy's little girl Righteously raised in a cave And sheltered from the world Jocks and preps and dumb rednecks Would tease her on a dare She thought babies came from storks and claimed A blowjob was drying your hair Dirty Russ was an ugly cuss He didn't bathe or brush his teeth You couldn't be around him 'cause He made it hard to breathe Everyone made fun of him But little did they know He lived in a van with his old man Who drank up all the dough Well I guess we got depressed In April of '94 Some heroes fall some heroes die Some ain't heroes no more Now that I think about my friends I don't know who's dead or alive 'Cause I never saw a one at all Since May of '95