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Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The guys are f**kboys
Girls are sluts
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
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
