idle as teens can get Teen Idles, Teen Idles Fuckin' bored to tears Teen Idles, Teen Idles Waste of 20 Years Teen Idles, Teen Idles Doin' nothing all day Teen Idles, Teen Idles
You keep talking about talent Talent? What do you know? Instead of studying theory We're going to get up and go Get up and go Get up and go Get up and
Nine o'clock, no stamp on your hand It's hard to rock when you can't see the band You have enough money to pay the rates But you can't get in because
You're sixteen going on thirty-two Confusion of age surrounding you Cigarette dangles from your painted lips You wear the shoe because it fits Put on
Deadhead, deadhead, take another toke Deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy joke Friend of the devil, who you trying to kid Friends of the devil are dead
1, 2, 3, 4 Fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream Spend all your money on the fashion machine Spots and stripes and spandex pants Pay a hundred dollars
My vision's clouded, the sun is dark I've lost my way, I've lost my mark Chased by something in another way Hoping to see the light or another day Getting
Cries of anarchy, cries of freedom Cries of fury in the United Kingdom Started out loud, started out young Started out poor and just for fun Tales of
Vertaling: Teen Idles. Commie Song.
Capitalist society, capitalist pigs. Painted faces under plastic wigs. You own a fleet of expensive cars Each one has its own well stocked bar Stop
Fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream Spend all your money on the fashion machine Spots and stripes and spandex pants Pay a hundred dollars to learn how
as idle as teens can get Teen Idles, Teen Idles Fuckin' bored to tears Teen Idles, Teen Idles Waste of 20 Years Teen Idles, Teen Idles Doin' nothing all day Teen Idles, Teen Idles
