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We met at a Napalm Death showSome time last JulyI was from the suburbsAnd you were the half-aliveI said something about your Anal Cunt back-patch andYou said it wasn't yours but a friend'sWe got to talking about our favorite grind bands andHow street punk was just a trendOh, non-existent god, it would have made my summerIf I'd a head on my shoulders and asked you your numberAnd on the train ride home, you know I slouched in my seatThinking "how many grindcore girls would I meet?"Hey!I was back here in SeptemberSaw you in line to see The Locusts playAnd we smiled and said hello to each otherAnd 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 downWe thrashed with each other and we rolled on the groundSongtexteAnd in the pit I got fucked up by some guy from the SouthAnd you kissed me in spite of all the blood in my mouthYeah, I love the way that we both hate silenceAnd you don't mind my taste for emo violenceWell, there's nobody else here, no one in the worldOh, baby, you're my grindcore girl Aus Songtexte Mania