Letras: Swingin' Utters. Circular Highway. Teenage Genocide.

Well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde
I don't wanna go before my time
I don't wanna go before my time
Well you've got good time to put down a few so you take carrier castanyer down to the club its the only fuckin place that'll serve you a tiny hideaway from parents, work and school
it's just like teenage genocide
it's just like teenage genocide
Now that you can cast your coat and elect a joke but you'd better not fuck, dream, drink or smoke and watch your back when the man offers you a ride because it's just like teenage genocide