Lyrics Teenage Moustache - The Microphones

Teenage Moustache

What could be more
Weird than young kids
Swift yellow beards
Popular things
Fly through the air
Kids wear t-shirts
Slick back their hair
Calls come late at night And i am watching TV or sitting there
(hanging out underneath the tallest tree in the world)
I’m so happy to hear her voice
(Sitting there in the shade outside)
I don’t want this tape
Follow side 1
Who with you and me
Now we’ll both be free
Teenage Moustache
Zits and cigarettes
Pawn shop gun case
Skateboard rider
Living on an island
Never been to Compton
Give me dirty looks
Treats me like a piece of crap
Ping pong games played on an island
(Summers gone, School is dumb)
In the summer riding bikes there
(I stay up late, every night)
Hand me down from one to another
(Learning how to make up songs without)
Outside of a building king
(thing…Problems)
She hasn’t called for a long time
(Chipping paint and plastic cups)
Playing songs like genetic
(Piles and piles of rusty books)
Gearing up and dropping dead now
(Late at night on a sugar high)
Loud car, young kid
A 100 bucks, you smell like fish
You’ll go far, young kid
Your stupid car
Son of a bitch
And grow a beard
And look so weird