Teenage Hands
Picked you up late after school
All your friends think I'm super cool
Beat down dudes treat you cold
Not too tough to fuck up a seventeen year old
Your daddy asked me my age in front of you
Lied through my teeth, I said I'm twenty two
Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your stupid little teenage hands
Line 'em up, give 'em a gun, cook their brain
Cut their hair down and make 'em look the same
Now you in the business of shooting Arabs
Two years ago you were true for daring
Kissing on her neck and squeezing her hand
Like the lungs in your chest trying to breathe in sand
Knife in your stomach and they shut the van door
So you can find out they've got special plans for
Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your stupid little teenage hands