Teenage Wastebasket

Beck

Compositor: Beck

She is a teenage wastebasket
Paddling up the river in a casket
Trying to experience everything at least once
Her life is a commercial for being f*cked up

I know she's not saying much
She's walking backwards and into the dust
Socks don't matter, teeth are turning green
Opinions are forming

Her mother is proud to be dead
Her dad is break dancing underneath the bed
She's got lipstick scrawled across her forehead
Saying please destroy me

She found the thrill on top of the hill
Now she's choking on the punk rock pill
'Cause it all boils down
To a casually pathetic future