Dead at 17- Dead at 17
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Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream
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When your 17
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Everyday is a holiday, All the way is the only way
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TNT and a side of fries, Insanity can¡¯t be sanitized
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There¡¯s other things that I¡¯d rather do
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Fuel to burn and I¡¯m coming through
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I let the fumes go to my head
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Either way I think I¡¯m dead at 17
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Dead at 17- Dead at 17
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Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream
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When your 17 Dead at 17- Dead at 17
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Lost in between and no it aint a dream when you r 17
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I¡¯m at war with humanity, Live in this world of stupidity
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I¡¯m so annoyed with everything, I growing into a big nothing
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I don¡¯t care about the state in, A snot-nose punk who just can¡¯t win
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An angry misfit that¡¯s seeing red, But either way I think I¡¯m dead at 17
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I feel like shit, I need something to smash, I need something to hit
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I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it
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Dead At 17
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