The Teenage Runaways - Society lyrics

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The Teenage Runaways - Society lyrics

Society has turned into sh** Categorized into an a**ociation of Gigantic groups of misguided teens who think d** are cool A bunch of ba*tards who have all quit school The f**ers who choose to break all the rules And the brainwashed kids who get trophies even if they lose All those 15 year olds addicted to booze The ones who act like high school drama is breaking news The backstabbers who use their best friends The people who stick by your side until the end The bullies who offend others that can't defend themselves Collectors who fill up their shelves The unfortunate ones who don't get to choose what happens next The girls who get pressured into having s** The lazy losers who snooze through their alarms The boys who keep going on even when they've used all of their charms The cutters with scars on their arms The ones who have self harmed, sticking pins and needles in their skin Giddy girls stinking of gin Crazy ones with cynical minds disguised behind fake grins You've got the kids who throw fits at their moms and get away with it The ones who have never gotten hit People who have lost it all People who can afford everything in a shopping mall Kids who bawl their eyes out before they go to sleep Humans who've dug themselves deep in depression People with obsessions People robbed of all their prized possessions Ones who are taught lessons Too many boys getting girls pregnant before the senior prom Do me a favor, google www.safes**.com The ones who are mislead by their parents The paranoid people whose levels of awareness are apparent The ones whose words are coherent The poor people who shop in clearance The people appalled by their appearance People who have free spirits The people who can only express themselves with lyrics People who are in it for the tricks The drug addicts who need a fix The starving kids who'll never get a box of kix Look in the sky, is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's just tears from the heavens, It's called the rain. Whenever the rain comes from above, Nothing turns out pleasant. These tears from up high are not filled with love, For these tears unfortunately only bring pain. The kids these days get caught underneath the storm clouds, And they always feel like they're out of bounds. They always cry, sobbing to others about all of their lies, But they also tell the others that everything is fine and not to pry, But deep down inside they tell themselves that they deserve to die. After time flies with the boys and girls struggling to cope, In their souls lies no more hope. They gather all the pills they can find, With only one thing on their tiny undeveloped minds, They shed their final tears, Cry into their pillowcases and pray that no one hears, Look at their reddened cheeks in their mirrors, Sell their futures to their abusers After awhile, getting called a loser really sinks in Girls stinking of gin Cynical minds disguised behind fake grins When they get home all the real fun begins Sticking pins and needles in your skin