In this great catastrophe The evils of our world collide You're forced to stand alone And survive
You against the world As they conquer and divide A passive nod or a smile As they casually walk by A spit and gesture of disgust As they turn the other way
American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the crop
A gesture of disgust As they turn the other way Part of me hopes they turn around And another wants to ignore
Sometimes out of pure hatred The other to kill the bore In this great catastrophe The evils of our world collide The evils of our world collide
American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the crop
American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the crop
Go home Please, go home Go, go
American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the cropTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
