I get to know myself every weekend and I'm weak
Hangovers feel good when I know it's the last one
Then I feel so good that I have another one
Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of shit
In a stupid looking jacket
I walked around town and thought I was in Sodom
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
It was so obscene
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
I laid on my friend's bedroom floor for an hour
And tried not to piss my pants
And then I saw Jesus
Oh, oh, oh
"Who are you to go against the word of my father? And
Oh, oh, oh
Who are you? the scum of the earth"
No we are just we are just we are just teens of style
Oh we are just we are just we are just teens of style
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
And I said "mmhmm" a lot (mmhmm)
And there was one guy there who kept asking me how does it are you sure feel and I
Didn't even you don't want to know how to talk about begin to answer what you're
Experiencing that question and I just said so I just said no I don't want to talk about it
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside
And I grew tired of the scene
And then my dad showed up
Oh, oh, oh
"Who are you to go against the word of our fathers?"
Oh, oh, oh
"Who are you? the scum of the earth"
No we are just we are just we are just teens of style
No we are just we are just we are just victims of the contemporary style
Yes we are just we are just we are just we are just going along with the modern style
Now everybody everybody everybody's going along with the modern style
Let's do it together
Drugs are better
Drugs are better with
Friends are better
Friends are better with