Where were my idols when I needed them most? Smoking crack until they overdosed Or showing skin off in a magazine Selling me perfume, impossible dreams And riot grrls where did your anger lead? To plastic perfect little drama queens Misogynists and pricks still rule my world And dirty girls only got this way so they might be heard Generation bored is nothing to stand for Stringing constant useless noise up at wanting more If we don't spit something out we might just disappear It's just a new breed of false security I fear Pretty pink hearts hide the rage in me Picking at me like a scab until it bleeds Just know that it gets easier than this, I swear You just can't see it from there And now I'm still hungry But I just want to sleep