Teenage Witch

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
 The guys are fuckboys
 Girls are sluts
 Is that good enough?
 Oh, mmm
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 Suburban soul, you turn the sky red
 The same old play park, a rusty swing set
 The same old boys' names, an evil skipping rhyme
 And when you get home you wash your hair with turpentine
 Only a little bad
 I made a little list
 I got a little high
 I held it in my fist
 And now I'm feeling good
 They tell me this is bliss
 They tell me this is bliss
 Is that what it really is?
 They tell me this is bliss
 Is that what it really is?
 They tell me this is bliss
 Is that what it really is?
 But I'm too scared to live
 Too stoned to die
 Green is the skin
 Of the teenage witch in her drive through life
 Yesterday I developed a terrible smoker's cough
 I don't think I'll ever sing the same again
 She's telling lies that make you think fast
 You haven't eaten, say when'd you have a drink last?
 She's not your kind, she's not your kin
 She'd rather die than move an inch
 But I'm too scared to live
 (Ooh, too scared to live)
 Too stoned to die
 (Everybody says I'm too stoned to die)
 Green is the skin
 (Green is my skin)
 Of the teenage witch in her drive through life
 (Drive through life)
 Boredom, boredom, dirty water
 Mixing drinks and down the drain
 Daytime daytime always makes the
 Big wide world come back again
 Boredom, boredom do your worst a
 Gift, a curse, a TV guide
 Ashing ashing on your passion
 Wash your hair with turpentine
 'Cause I'm too scared to live
 Too stoned to die
 Green is the skin
 Of the teenage witch in her drive through life
 I said I'm too scared to live
 (I listen to Yoko Ono)
 I said I'm too scared to die
 (I listen to Cibbo Matto)
 Green is the skin
 (I don't blame them)
 Of the teenage witch in her drive through life
 (Drive through life)