VERSE 1:
Their 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 heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
CHORUS:
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.
VERSE 2:
The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
Your never gonna fit in much, kid
But if your troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did.
