So I think, my dad is like, starting to trip out...Like because of the age difference and allI mean, I don't give a fuck but...But whatever he was threatening to kick me out...Picked you up late after schoolAll your friends think I'm uber coolBeat down dudes that treat you coldNot too tough to fuck up a seventeen year oldYour daddy asked me my age in front of youLied through my teeth and said I'm twenty twoYour little teenage handsYour little teenage handsYour little teenage handsYour stupid little teenage handsLine them up give em a gun cook their brainCut their hair down and make em look the sameNow you're in the business of shootin' ArabsTwo years ago you were truth or darin'Kissin' on the neck and squeezin' the handLike the lungs in your chest tryin' to breathe in sandKnife in your stomach and they shut the van doorSo you can find out they got special plans for...Your little teenage handsYour little teenage handsYour little teenage handsYour stupid little teenage hands
