Вершы: Screeching Weasel. My Brain Hurts. Teenage Freakshow.

Lucky you lucky me
You're a threat to our community
Mom don't like the way
you look you're straight
out of a comic book
It's a teenage freakshow
Funny hair and acting bored
don't seem to matter anymore
Everything's already been done
and we don't know what we want
It's a teenage freakshow
Now I can't handle staring
into space and I can't stand
the stupid look on your face
I can't handle refusing to change
and I can't handle the same
old same old from you
Cause I'm sick and tired of you
There ain't nothing to do
It's time for change
We don't know what
We sit around collecting dust
I don't wanna get high
I don't wanna dance but
everybody's got an answer