Текст песни Dead Moon - Dirty Noise
Dead Moon - Dirty Noise слова песни
Inner city rumbleGuitar-soundin trashMay not be in rolling stoneBut we know where its atLong-haired kids in torn jeansCall this out of controlNapalm beach is the nail in the coffinAnd theyre drivin it into your soulAh, dirty noiseCritics call it angerSome say its derangedBut its the sound, the sound of the great northwestIts gonna eat away your brainAh, dirty noiseDownstairs in the basementUnderground parking garageThe microphones keep feeding backcause a poison ideas been launchedMight be tad, nirvana, soundgarden or calamity janePearl jam, the gits, mudhoney, m99, and sageGot it in seattle, bellingham, and eugeneThey got it in portland, olympia, and tacomaAnd all points in betweenAmplifiers blarin, it must be monomenMarble orchard,oblivian seekers, the flapjacks, or the kingsmenYeah, like the wailers, the sonics, the gories, beat happening,Fastbacks, treehouse, hitting birth, worried guys, the weeds,Alice in chains, paul revere & the raiders, daily flash,Undertakers