You tattoed youself what a piece of art You've already broken your mothers's heart When I was your age working my ass off - Your generation's soft
Reality is always such a drag For barely blooming eighteens The barely blooming eighteen Wants to know What's keeping her from searching
You cannot pierce that and you're dressed too tight Got a lot to learn about wrong and right So dye your hair, dad's gonna wash it out Come on wash you mouth
Reality is always such a drag For barely blooming eighteens The barely blooming eighteen Wants to know What's hiding in the shadow
