Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
the guys are f**boys
girls are s*uts
Is that good enough?
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?
The tell me this is bliss
Is that what it really is?
Cause 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 smokers 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
Cause I'm too scared to live (oh yeah I'm 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.
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 pa**ion
Wash your hair
With turpentine.
Cause I'm too scared to live (I listen to yoko ono)
Too stoned to die (I listen to Cibbo Matto)
Green is the skin
Of the Teenage Witch
In her drive through (drive through) life.