Born to hold your breath, 1979 Growing up in a dollhouse 'neath a beehive But you've been wading in them dirty waters Since you were thirteen years Running with that lonely crowd Crying them dirty tears
Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth If all roads lead home, you build a new highway And you run-run-run-run-runaway
It's the boredom of a bitter age That drives them to the arms of a punk rock stage I'm sending all my sympathy To the sweet little helots of the neglected beat
Little sister got a new beat
Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth Lock up the young lovers! Keep their bodies covered! Somewhere some kid is beating off tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.