Ode to our teenage rebellion.
Come sit with me on the bridge,
we'll take our toll of dirty looks from the pitiful cliques
come lay with me down on the tracks
we'll derail the train with our necks.
You can trust me not to let you bleed
any more than needed.
We're professional ego bruisers
my macho little baby.
I thought you did lot's of drugs
I thought you we're the hero of the losers
I thought you we're really, really mean
I wondered what your mother thought of you.
You made your hair jet-fucking-black
you went to rehab twice, then back
you choked the captain of the team
you threw your fit of rage
Plastic, every single one of you, plastic.
Mommy and Daddy in debt harassment.
Buy me everything, teach me nothing
Stroke my ego, suck my honey
Coming from a plastique position
shopping at the mall for my uniform appearance
coming from a plastique position
coming from my mouth is this tacit admission
My incredible special spectacle
fucking up a enemy laden haven
ego's made me a craven mad man
creating hate on a whim.
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