E 
They're gonna clean up your looks 
  
With all the lies in the books 
                          B 
To make a citizen out of you 
               A 
Because they sleep with a gun 
             E 
And keep an eye on you, son 
             B                        E 
So they can watch all the things you do

               E 
Because the drugs never work 
  
They gonna give you a smirk 
  
Cause they got methods 
                 B 
Of keeping you clean 
               A 
They're gonna rip off your heads 
          E 
Your aspirations to shreds 
         B                     E 
Another cog in the murder machine

               E 
They said, all teenagers scare the living shit out of me 
E                               B 
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed 
   A 
So darken your clothes 
            E 
Or strike a violent pose 
              B 
Maybe they'll leave you alone 
        E 
But not me

              E 
The boys and girls in the clique 
  
The awful names that they stick 
                                B 
You're never gonna fit in much, kid 
               A 
But if you're troubled and hurt 
             E 
what you got under your shirt 
                 B                            E 
will make them pay for the things that they did

              E 
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me 
E                               B 
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed 
   A 
So darken your clothes 
            E 
Or strike a violent pose 
              B 
Maybe they'll leave you alone 
        E 
But not me 
  
* oh yeah *

              E    N.C. 
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me 
  
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed 
N.C. 
So darken your clothes 
  
Or strike a violent pose 
N.C. 
Maybe they'll leave you alone 
  
But not me 
  
All together now, 
E 
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me 
E                               B 
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed 
   A 
So darken your clothes 
            E 
Or strike a violent pose 
              B 
Maybe they'll leave you alone 
        E 
But not me, waaaaah!  
E 
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me 
E                               B 
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed 
   A 
So darken your clothes 
            E 
Or strike a violent pose 
              B 
Maybe they'll leave you alone 
        E 
But not me