jueves, 12 de enero de 2012

teenagers could care less

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 of keeping you clean
They gonna rip up your head
Youre aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder 
machine

They say oh
Teenagers scare the living shit outta me
They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed
So tuck in your 
clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique
They 
offer names at the stick
You’re never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you’re troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
We’ll make them pay for the things that they did

They say oh
Teenagers scare the living shit outta me
They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed
So tuck in your clothes
Or strike a violent pose
Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me

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