We met at a Napalm Death show
Some time last July
I was from the suburbs
And you were the half-alive
I said something about your Anal Cunt back-patch and
You said it wasn't yours but a friend's
We got to talking about our favorite grind bands and
How street punk was just a trend
Oh, non-existent god, it would have made my summer
If I'd a head on my shoulders and asked you your number
And on the train ride home, you know I slouched in my seat
Thinking "how many grindcore girls would I meet?"
Hey!
I was back here in September
Saw you in line to see The Locusts play
And we smiled and said hello to each other
And I never thought I'd hear you say
"I've been thinking about you for forever
"And all the bands that we both know
"So you can take me tonight, if you want to
"'cause this ought to be a hell of a show."
And that night we got shitfaced and tore the place down
We thrashed with each other and we rolled on the ground
And in the pit I got fucked up by some guy from the South
And you kissed me in spite of all the blood in my mouth
Yeah, I love the way that we both hate silence
And you don't mind my taste for emo violence
Well, there's nobody else here, no one in the world
Oh, baby, you're my grindcore girl