Tác giả : Dead Kennedys
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Sixteen, on the honor roll 
I wish that i was dead 
Parents hate me, i got zits 
And bruises 'round my head 
 
Pressure's on to get good grades 
So i can be like them 
Do my homework all the time 
I can't go out just then 
 
People they ain't friends at all 
They tease and suck me dry 
Yell at me when i fuck up 
And party while i cry 
I look so big on paper 
I feel so fucking small 
Wanna die and you don't care 
Just stride on down the hall 
 
Suicide suicide 
Read the paper, wonder why 
Turn the light out, then you cry 
It's your fault, you made me die 
 
Touch me won't you touch me now 
So frozen i can't love 
When i was born my mama cried 
And picked me up with gloves 
 
Girls, they kick me in the eye 
Want answers to the tests 
When they get them they drive off 
And leave me home to rest 
 
Hold my head 
Make me warm 
Tell me i am loved 
Give me hope 
Let me cry 
Make me feel 
Give me touch 
 
The window's broken bleeding screaming 
Lying in the hall 
I'm gone no one remembers me 
A picture on the wall 
"he was such a bright boy 
The future in his hands¡" 
¡ºor a spineless human pinball 
Shot around by your demands 
 
Suicide suicide 
Goin' to sleep and when i die 
You'll look up and realize 
Then look down and wipe your eyes 
Then go back to your stupid lives 
Aw shit