Teenage Scumbag Lyrics

Let's get high under the sun.

You won't stay? You're no fun.

Do I always get it wrong?

Well you can cry if you want.

We're losing our best friends

Like the pension on your paycheque.

You're working weekends

While I'm keeping at a distance.

Still trying to make sense

Of myself and my head.

Take the cut through the estate;

It's a quicker way to get you home.

Douse the smoke out of your clothes,

Tie your hair up - they'll never know.

I took a Q to the wedding but the cops came

So I had to jet out.

Took your car off the road for a smoke,

I was drunk so I got too stoned.

We were doing lines off your sink at your birthday

But you were on your phone.

You're always staring at your phone.