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They're gonna clean up your looks |
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With all the lies in the books |
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To make a citizen out of you |
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Because they sleep with a gun |
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And keep an eye on you, son |
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So they can watch all the things you do |
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Because the drugs never work |
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They're gonna give you a smirk |
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'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean |
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They're gonna rip up your heads |
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Your aspirations to shreds |
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Another cog in the murder machine |
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They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me |
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They couldn't care less as long as someone'll bleed |
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So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose |
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Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me |
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The boys and girls in the clique |
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The awful names that they stick |
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You're never gonna fit in much, kid |
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But if you're troubled and hurt |
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What you got under your shirt |
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We'll make them pay for the things that they did |
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They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me |
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They couldn't care less as long as someone'll bleed |
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So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose |
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Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me |
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Ohh yeah! |
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They say that teenagers scare the living shit out of me |
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They couldn't care less as long as someone'll bleed |
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So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose |
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Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me |
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All together now! |
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Teenagers scare the living shit out of me |
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They couldn't care less as long as someone'll bleed |
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So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose |
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Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me |
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Teenagers scare the living shit out of me |
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They couldn't care less as long as someone'll bleed |
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So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose |
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Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me |