Teenage Witch

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The guys are fuckboys
Girls are sluts
Is that good enough?
Oh, mmm

Suburban soul, you turn the sky red
The same old play park, a rusty swing set
The same old boys' names, an evil skipping rhyme
And when you get home you wash your hair with turpentine

Only a little bad
I made a little list
I got a little high
I held it in my fist
And now I'm feeling good
They tell me this is bliss
They tell me this is bliss
Is that what it really is?
They tell me this is bliss
Is that what it really is?
They tell me this is bliss
Is that what it really is?

But I'm too scared to live
Too stoned to die
Green is the skin
Of the teenage witch in her drive through life

Yesterday I developed a terrible smoker's cough
I don't think I'll ever sing the same again

She's telling lies that make you think fast
You haven't eaten, say when'd you have a drink last?
She's not your kind, she's not your kin
She'd rather die than move an inch

But I'm too scared to live
(Ooh, too scared to live)
Too stoned to die
(Everybody says I'm too stoned to die)
Green is the skin
(Green is my skin)
Of the teenage witch in her drive through life
(Drive through life)

Boredom, boredom, dirty water
Mixing drinks and down the drain
Daytime daytime always makes the
Big wide world come back again
Boredom, boredom do your worst a
Gift, a curse, a TV guide
Ashing ashing on your passion
Wash your hair with turpentine

'Cause I'm too scared to live
Too stoned to die
Green is the skin
Of the teenage witch in her drive through life
I said I'm too scared to live
(I listen to Yoko Ono)
I said I'm too scared to die
(I listen to Cibbo Matto)
Green is the skin
(I don't blame them)
Of the teenage witch in her drive through life
(Drive through life)