They're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed"
So, darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
They said "All teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed"
