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*They're* gonna clean up your looks,
with all the lies in the books,
to make a citizen out of you,
because they sleep with a gun,
and keep an eye on you son,
so they can watch all the things you do.

Because the drugs never work,
there gonna give you a smirk,
cos' they got methods of keeping you clean.
they gonna rip off your heads,
your aspirations to shreads,
another cog in the murder machine.

[CHORUS]
They say all teenagers scare
the living shit outta me.
they could care less
as long as someone will bleed.
so darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
mabye they'll leave you alone
but not me.

The boys an girls in the clique,
the awful names at the stick,
your never gonna fit in much, kid.
but if your troubled and hurt,
what you got under your shirt,
will make them pay for the things that they did.

[CHORUS]
They say all teenagers scare
the living shit outta me.
they could care less,
as long as someone will bleed.
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so darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
mabye they'll leave you alone
but not me.

woaah yeah.

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They say all teenagers scare
the living shit outta me.
They could care less,
as long as someone will bleed;
so darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
maybe they'll leave you alone
but not me.

ALL TOGETHER NOW!

They say all teenagers scare
the living shit outta me.
Thy could care less,
as long as someone will bleed;
so darken you clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
maybe they'll leave you alone
but not me.

Teenagers scare the living shit
outta me.
They could care less,
as long as someone will bleed;
so darken your clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
maybe they'll leave you alone
but not me.




Thanks to bitchfromhell13 msn for these lyrics

Thanks to Jenny for these lyrics