Wanna Be A Catastrophe

You wanna be a catastrophe

You wanna see things that nobody wants to see

Daddies little public enemy

We know the score…

You wanna scare us with the things you wear

Show everybody that you just don’t care

You’re real wild with those colors in your

I bet ya…

Go in your room and turn all the lights out

Feel ashamed and cry your eyes out

Read every page of your Bukowski

Poppin’ pills like they’re fuckin’ candy

Now you’re with that new guy

Expensive slacks and fancy ties

Turn the corner and don’t look back

Keep pulling your bullshit life from the discount rack

Now tell us how you’re all fucked up

The enemy must be down on her luck

But now who really gives a fuck

She’s gonna…

Tell everybody how she’s so much better

Let us know how she pulled it all together

Never letting those hands back in her sweater again…

Again…

You wanna be a catastrophe

You wanna see things that nobody wants to see

Daddies little public enemy

You fucking CUNT