In this great catastrophe The evils of our world collide You're forced to stand alone And survive You against the world As they conquer and divide A passive nod or a smile As they casually walk by A spit and gesture of disgust As they turn the other way American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the crop A gesture of disgust As they turn the other way Part of me hopes they turn around And another wants to ignore Sometimes out of pure hatred The other to kill the bore In this great catastrophe The evils of our world collide The evils of our world collide American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the crop American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the crop Go home Please, go home Go, go American teenage bullshit At one point it's got to stop But it's how I feel today Everytime I see a cop Everytime someone gets pushed around Sometimes I like to pop When I see you on the dance floor I'd like to pluck you from the crop © WESTBEACH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com