They're gonna ruin your looksWith all the lies in the bookThey'll make a pill-popper out of youYou've got to sleep with a gunAnd keep an eye on them, sonYou've got to watch all the things they doAnd when the morning arrivesYou've got that hope in your eyesBut they got methods of keeping you crazedThere's the drugs and the rageThe weirdo friends that they makeThe sex at an early ageTeenagers scare the living s*** out of meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothes and strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not meWhat have I doneAm I the reason's she's dumbWill my overspending make her poorDid my slutty waysSpark her permiscuous phaseAm I the reason that she's a whoreI'll tell youTeenagers scare the living s*** out of meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothes and strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not meI'll tell youTeenagers scare the living s*** out of meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothes and strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not meOne more timeTeenagers scare the living s*** out of meThey could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo darken your clothes and strike a violent poseMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not me