歌曲 | Straight A's |
歌手 | Dead Kennedys |
专辑 | Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Sixteen, on the honor roll | |
I wish that i was dead | |
Parents hate me, i got zits | |
And bruises 'round my head | |
Pressure's on to get good grades | |
So i can be like them | |
Do my homework all the time | |
I can't go out just then | |
People they ain't friends at all | |
They tease and suck me dry | |
Yell at me when i ******* up | |
And party while i cry | |
I look so big on paper | |
I feel so ******* small | |
Wanna die and you don't care | |
Just stride on down the hall | |
Suicide suicide | |
Read the paper, wonder why | |
Turn the light out, then you cry | |
It's your fault, you made me die | |
Touch me won't you touch me now | |
So frozen i can't love | |
When i was born my mama cried | |
And picked me up with gloves | |
Girls, they kick me in the eye | |
Want answers to the tests | |
When they get them they drive off | |
And leave me home to rest | |
Hold my head | |
Make me warm | |
Tell me i am loved | |
Give me hope | |
Let me cry | |
Make me feel | |
Give me touch | |
The window's broken bleeding screaming | |
Lying in the hall | |
I'm gone no one remembers me | |
A picture on the wall | |
"he was such a bright boy | |
The future in his hands#" | |
◇or a spineless human pinball | |
Shot around by your demands | |
Suicide suicide | |
Goin' to sleep and when i die | |
You'll look up and realize | |
Then look down and wipe your eyes | |
Then go back to your stupid lives | |
Aw *******t |
Sixteen, on the honor roll | |
I wish that i was dead | |
Parents hate me, i got zits | |
And bruises ' round my head | |
Pressure' s on to get good grades | |
So i can be like them | |
Do my homework all the time | |
I can' t go out just then | |
People they ain' t friends at all | |
They tease and suck me dry | |
Yell at me when i up | |
And party while i cry | |
I look so big on paper | |
I feel so small | |
Wanna die and you don' t care | |
Just stride on down the hall | |
Suicide suicide | |
Read the paper, wonder why | |
Turn the light out, then you cry | |
It' s your fault, you made me die | |
Touch me won' t you touch me now | |
So frozen i can' t love | |
When i was born my mama cried | |
And picked me up with gloves | |
Girls, they kick me in the eye | |
Want answers to the tests | |
When they get them they drive off | |
And leave me home to rest | |
Hold my head | |
Make me warm | |
Tell me i am loved | |
Give me hope | |
Let me cry | |
Make me feel | |
Give me touch | |
The window' s broken bleeding screaming | |
Lying in the hall | |
I' m gone no one remembers me | |
A picture on the wall | |
" he was such a bright boy | |
The future in his hands" | |
or a spineless human pinball | |
Shot around by your demands | |
Suicide suicide | |
Goin' to sleep and when i die | |
You' ll look up and realize | |
Then look down and wipe your eyes | |
Then go back to your stupid lives | |
Aw t |
Sixteen, on the honor roll | |
I wish that i was dead | |
Parents hate me, i got zits | |
And bruises ' round my head | |
Pressure' s on to get good grades | |
So i can be like them | |
Do my homework all the time | |
I can' t go out just then | |
People they ain' t friends at all | |
They tease and suck me dry | |
Yell at me when i up | |
And party while i cry | |
I look so big on paper | |
I feel so small | |
Wanna die and you don' t care | |
Just stride on down the hall | |
Suicide suicide | |
Read the paper, wonder why | |
Turn the light out, then you cry | |
It' s your fault, you made me die | |
Touch me won' t you touch me now | |
So frozen i can' t love | |
When i was born my mama cried | |
And picked me up with gloves | |
Girls, they kick me in the eye | |
Want answers to the tests | |
When they get them they drive off | |
And leave me home to rest | |
Hold my head | |
Make me warm | |
Tell me i am loved | |
Give me hope | |
Let me cry | |
Make me feel | |
Give me touch | |
The window' s broken bleeding screaming | |
Lying in the hall | |
I' m gone no one remembers me | |
A picture on the wall | |
" he was such a bright boy | |
The future in his hands" | |
or a spineless human pinball | |
Shot around by your demands | |
Suicide suicide | |
Goin' to sleep and when i die | |
You' ll look up and realize | |
Then look down and wipe your eyes | |
Then go back to your stupid lives | |
Aw t |