They’re gonna clean up your looks,
With all the lies in the books,
To make a citizen out of you.
Because they sleep with a gun,
And keep an eye on you, son,
So they can watch all the things you do.
Because the drugs never work,
They’re gonna give you a smirk,
Cause they got methods to keep you clean.
They’re gonna rip off your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds,
Another cog in the murder machine.
They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
they could care less
as long as someone'll bleed!"
So darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.
The boys and girls in the clique,
The awful names that they stick
You’re never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you’re troubled and hurt,
What you got under your shirt,
Will make them pay for the things that they did.
They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
they could care less
as long as someone'll bleed!"
So darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.
Whooooaaaaa yeeeeaaaaahh!
They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
they could care less
as long as someone'll bleed!"
So darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me.
All together mean!
"All teenagers scare the living shit out of me,
They could care less
as long as someone'll bleed!"
So darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me. [2x]
compositores: FRANK IERO, GERARD ARTHUR WAY, MICHAEL JAMES WAY, RAYMOND TORO, ROBERT C BRYAR
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