You tattoes yourself like a piece of art
You`ve already broken your mother`s heart
When I was your age, working my ass off
Your generation`s soft
Reality is auch a drag
For barely blooming eighteens
The bearely blooming eighteen
Wants to know
What`s keeping her from searching
You cannot pierce that and
You`re dressed too tight
Got a lot to learn about wrong and right
So dye your hair, dad`s gonna wash it out
Come on wash your mouth