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