Letra de Teenage Hands
Picked you up late after school All your friends think I'm super cool Beat down dudes treat you cold Not too tough to fuck up a seventeen year old Your daddy asked me my age in front of you Lied through my teeth, I said I'm twenty twoYour little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your stupid little teenage handsLine 'em up, give 'em a gun, cook their brain Cut their hair down and make 'em look the same Now you in the business of shooting Arabs Two years ago you were true for daringKissing on her neck and squeezing her hand Like the lungs in your chest trying to breathe in sand Knife in your stomach and they shut the van door So you can find out they've got special plans forYour little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your stupid little teenage hands