| 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 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
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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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| 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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| Ohhh yeah!
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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 |