Are you broken are you broken baby? Let me hear ya let me hear ya girl Baby's got a problem, baby's got a spell Baby's got a handgun but I ain't gonna
Hey hey this is everything today When you've got nothing to complain about You've got nothing to say So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet
If you're alone and I'm alone Let's be alone together We can have a drink And shoot the shit And talk about the weather Cause baby I know This world
Oh brother, now we're going undercover Cause shes more than just a lover to me Can't you see that there's a reason For this heresy and treason It's the
Teenage graffiti, shut your mouth shut off the TV Ain't got no money honey, I don't mind Teenage graffiti, slam the door when you're defeated We're all
The interstates and eighteen wheelers The sketches on the rest stop bathoom stalls I call her from a hotel pay phone so far from it all The odometer
Young and wasted look at me now I'm the king of California Straight out of Tennessee C'mon baby crash on my couch You've got that hollywood nosebleed
The polyester vest she wears at the arcade On a break from tearing tickets She spends it at this old pinball machine Saving up her money to pay her
Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad And now it's dropping down the thirty below I can't feel my toes but babby I'm on fire We'll sleep in
Hey hey little razorblade girl you're so so dangerous You say you wanna try and get away And that' just so obvious But I've got the keys so lets put
She's out of luck, out of hope and out of cigarettes Misunderstood with naked pictures on the Internet Her social deviance is teasing me and I know what
Back in Hollywood today technicolor turned to gray Altered senses were the primary impulse Drinking whiskey everyday smoking second thoughts away A skipping
