Damaged Goods Lyrics

"We'll probably get caught for hooking this period, but who cares?

Who cares if we fail. It'd be fun to be expelled"

"I hope I get arrested

I hate this school and all these ignorant teachers who don't know one thing

I'm the one who should be teaching; I hate my parents too"

Walkin' down the street

See someone I wanna meet

But I can't talk to them

Lizard smoke fills my eyes

drive to ease my mind

My life feels so Lynchian

I'm so fucked up

You're so fucked up

We're all fucked up too

I'm no silly goose

I'm just on the loose

I went in with a smile

Pastor Bob wants to shake my hand

A different tune from the band

Don't you dare make a sound

I don't want a part of that cult

Please don't touch my shoulders

I don't want to stick around

These days, I keep to myself

Lay out on the shelf

Melinda stares from the hall

Stick around for the food

A fool and a brood

Hang me up on the wall

I'm so fucked up

You're so fucked up

We're all fucked up too

I'm no silly goose

I'm just on the loose

I left without a smile

I'll never be saved

Dry those tears from your eyes

I'm not sure why you're surprised

When I die I'll be fried

In the skillet pan

Of this cruel life