Teens In The Suburbs

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I’m growing old before my eyes
But young enough to be surprised
That you would take away my rights
For getting in a couple of fist fights

It’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I’m living under house arrest!

Mama’s upstairs praying
That I didn’t get my daddy’s genes
But she’s got no idea that I ain’t staying
One minute, one hour past eighteen

I know that it’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I’m popular because I’m clinically depressed

Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs

Just want to be cool

Don’t want to live to be an accountant
I don’t want to sell stocks
I don’t want to work for some rat-face jerk
I just wanna rock!

I will never confess
To smoking in the school yard
Or staring down the teacher’s dress
She didn’t make it all that hard
Don’t know half the stuff I ingest anymore
Looking for a way out

I know that it’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I put my life to the acid test

Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs

Don’t want to live to sell insurance
Don’t want to stay in school
I don’t want to just say no anymore, Mama
I wanna be cool

You never let me be cool!

Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs
Teens in the suburbs

Just wanna be cool
Why don’t you let me be cool?
I wanna be cool
I wanna be cool
Let me be cool
Why don’t you let me be cool?

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Words and music by Eric Michael Jones – ©PAu003588335 Eric Michael Jones / Studioli