Christopher Sean - Grunge Love lyrics

So the beat of the drum, like the beat of the heart Answered the plea of the rhythm, the lead guitarist in leather The days and the nights, they practiced in a garage Neighbors, like critics, called them trash and much worse But when the night came, which had kept them from sleeping So much anticipation and The unlikely chance they may draw a crowd A few people might dance And their music would not merely be endured but be good Enough to get applause And be loved So they stood on the stage trembling, feeling drunk and unwelcome Like foreigners washed up on some racist shore And Billy, the ba**ist, didn't open his eyes once Till that first song was finished and all waited expecting the worst But they didn't hear any boos, surprisingly a few whistles and claps Which inspired more confidence and The unlikely chance they may draw bigger crowds More people might dance And their music would not merely be endured but be good Enough to get applause And be loved Today you know the band's name, though I won't mention it here They fill up arenas all over the world without even advertising Followed by millions, no longer a garage band on grunge Yes those days have pa**ed, and their time has come to laugh Still, on the back of the stage, the drummer strikes down with rage A tear in his eye, the strobe strangely hides along with The unlikely chance the crowd will confess While learning to dance To a rhythm that covers a deeper pulse They are not there for music or art Or simply to be accepted and entertained But to be loved