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


[Chorus]
               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


[Verse 2]
              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


[Chorus]
              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 *


[Solo]
A   E   A   B

[Chorus] (same chords implied for a cappella chorus)
              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