Texty:
Lower Class Brats The Plot Sickens

I can't seem to get the signal I need I think my radio's broken there was a time it played so loud and the speakers they were smokin' but time moves

when i was a younger lad they said follow me imgaine all the peace you'll find in conformity now that im older, im more self-assured i march to a beat

I see your lips movin' But I hear nothin' Please excuse me Did you say somethin' You keep on talkin' But your words escape me Is your ego that big Or

You can buy all the studs and spikes That you could possibly wear Bondage pants, steel-cap boots And a head of spikey hair Safty pins in your ears And

Pain's temporary glory's forever We all know chicks dig scars I've done my time with broken bottles And been kicked outta my share of bars We've been

Now we're growing up, my old friend Never bothering to right our wrongs All we've ever known was youth Getting drunk and singing songs [Chorus] But I

Right up there in front of the stage You'll find the zipper girls They're pissed, they're proud Stay outta their way Their heads are in a whirl Livin