Il testo della Dead at 17

Dead at 17- dead at 17
Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream
When your 17

Everyday is a holiday, all the way is the only way
Tnt and a side of fries, insanity can't be sanitized
There's other things that i'd rather do
Fuel to burn and i'm coming through
I let the fumes go to my head
Either way i think i'm dead at 17

Dead at 17- dead at 17
Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream
When your 17 dead at 17- dead at 17
Lost in between and no it aint a dream when you r 17

I'm at war with humanity, live in this world of stupidity
I'm so annoyed with everything, i growing into a big nothing
I don't care about the state in, a snot-nose punk who just can't win
An angry misfit that's seeing red, but either way i think i'm dead at 17

I feel like shit, i need something to smash, i need something to hit
I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it