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They're gonna clean up your looksWith all the lies in the booksTo make a citizen out of youBecause they sleep with a gunAnd keep an eye on you sonSo they can watch all the things you doBecause the drugs never workThey're gonna give you a smirkCause they got methods of keeping you cleanThey gonna rip up your headYoure aspirations to shredsAnother cog in the murder machineThey say ohTeenagers scare the living shit outta meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothesOr strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not meThe boys and girls in the cliqueThe awful names that they stickYou're never gonna fit in much, kidBut if you're troubled and hurtWhat you got under your shirtWill make them pay for the things that they didThey say ohTeenagers scare the living shit outta meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothesOr strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not meThey say ohTeenagers scare the living shit outta meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothesOr strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not meAll together nowTeenagers scare the living shit outta meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothesOr strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not meTeenagers scare the living shit outta meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothesOr strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not me