Yesterdays child is not in control
Go, go, go on my scrawny white attack
I wanna be lapsed catholic
Jung at heart, Wilde inside
See the world through Jackson Pollock's eyes
'Cause they'll never know
Rob them of possessions and leave them in the snow
I see people, tree people
Tall grass, short steeples
Painted on your daddy's arm
Wasted on your mommy's car
Sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some commie army
Killed someone at thirteen
She started now before you think yourself to dead
Painted on your daddy's arm
Wasted in your mommy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some commie army
So obscene when at thirteen
Painted on your daddy's arm
Wasted in your mommy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some commie army
And you've only got yourself to blame
Join the gallery, the kids of shame
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some commie army