Listen to them fight. Hear your mother cry. Weekends at your Dad's.
They won't know what they do to you teenager. Teenager. Wrap yourself
in black. Listen to the Cure. Loveline won't call back. They don't
know; they don't care; they don't see. But, I do. And if it feels good,
do it 'cause tastes fine, then drink. There's a range of possibilities
to find, teenager. Teenager. No one knows your name. No ones hears
your cry. Fall in with the fringe 'cause they know what you're goin'
through. They do. And if it feels good, do it 'cause tastes fine, then
drink. There's a range of possibilities to find, teenager. Teenager.
What's wrong? All is right. Because now, oh you, have found new
life. You found life (?). Hear your mother cry. Fade into the night.
When they ask you why, they won't know; they won't feel; they won't see;
you will. And if it feels good, do it 'cause tastes fine, then drink.
There's a range of possibilities to find. And if it feels good, do it
'cause tastes fine, then drink. There's a range of possibilities to
find. Teenager. Teenager. |