Lyrics The Dictators

The Dictators

Teengenerate

Who's that boy with the sandwich in his hand?

You won't miss me, even though you can

He could make a dead dog laugh

And watch me kick my mother on her ass

He's no boy and yet he ain't no man

He don't know what he's gonna do

In three years, I'm gonna be twenty-two

All his friends think he's great

I'm their favorite degenerate

You might say, he's just too crazy for you

I'm the most outrageous

Hope it's not contagious

All the world's got a one-way ticket to heck, to heck, to heck

You can bet that, he's no Mickey Mouse

Give me an hour, and I'll destroy your house

Eatin' eggs, all day long

Sleepin' with the TV on

He looks just like you, turn him inside out

He looks just like you, turn him inside out

He looks just like you, turn him inside out