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Screeching Weasel Teen Punks In Heat

i tried to act as if i cared. i tried to act as if i didn't want to get out. i wasn't careful what i asked for and i got it but i hung on for 21 months

I am cat-like I can prowl and pounce all night I am cat-like I can climb to any height But when I finally reach the top And realize I can't get down

there's something wrong, i'm not getting it on and i'm definitely not getting off. the only action that i've seen in three months was when the doctor

(one, two, three, four!) i don't have a social life, whoa oh and she don't care whoa oh oh, oh yeah i like staying home at night, whoa oh and she don

i wanna sweat, i wanna scream, i wanna make you my wet dream come true. i wanna take you on. a little lip, a little teeth and maybe just a little bit

now whenever it rains i walk outside. i don't stay out of the rain; it feels just right. sentimental drunk- heart exploding with love- trying so hard

she was cute but not too cute, an average girl in combat boots. she photographed the punk rock bands that came through town. another time, another place

alone, awake again at three a.m. and i can't get her off my mind. the girl in question's not just any girl- she makes me feel like i'm alive. but i will

each night i see her there. the window shows her there. but she said it's all-right if i watch her every a movie just for me. she says "look but don