Teenage Anarchy,
You never did a damn thing for me,
One day you'll be the death of me,
Teenage Anarchy.
Teenage Anarchy,
You don't mean a damn thing to me,
You don't deserve my sympathy,
Teenage Anarchy.
Teenage Anarchy,
You never did a damn thing for me,
One day you'll be the death of me,
Teenage Anarchy.
Teenage Anarchy,
You don't mean a damn thing to me,
You don't deserve my sympathy,
Teenage Anarchy.
I know you try to better,
But things just end up worse.
I know you try to work harder,
But life feels like a curse.
It doesn't get any easier,
No matter how far down you fall.
And you find yourself wondering the meaning of it all.
So you turn to the music,
Cause it knows how you feel.
Then you turn to the bottle,
Then you turn to the pill,
Then you turn into an asshole,
And it fits just like a glove.
And you learn to hate every single thing you love.
Teenage apathy,
It's penetrating society,
So much for Androgyny,
Teenage apathy.
Teenage apathy,
You don't need a labotomy.
How much will that cost me,
Teenage Apathy.
And I won't be a casualty
A post troden atrophy
Another catastophe.
It don't matter to me!
. . .
Light you up, and watch you burn,
Believe it or not the world still turns,
The same, without you.
Light you up, and watch you burn,
Believe it or not the world still turns,
The same, without you.
Teenage anarchy!
Teenage apathy!
You don't need lobotomy!
Teenage anarchy!