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They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you, |
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because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do. |
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Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk, 'cause they got methods of keeping you clean; |
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they're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine. |
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They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me, |
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they could 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, the awful names that they stick, you're never gonna fit in much, kid, |
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but if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did. |
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They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me, |
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they could 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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They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me, |
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they could 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 could 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 could 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. |
