Young and wasted Look at me now I'm the King of California Straight out of Tennessee Come on baby Crash on my couch You've got that Hollywood nosebleed
Adalae, your every moment is a masterpiece Adalae, you're only precious 'til you meet your needs Adalae, you say we'll see you on the silver screen But
Back in Hollywood today, Technicolor turned to gray The altered senses were the primary impulse Drinking whiskey everyday, smoking second thoughts away
The polyester vest she wears at the arcade On a break from tearing tickets Every minute spent on this old pinball machine Savin' up her money to pay
I'm just another substance abuser but baby I'm the future and I know there's no easy way out I got nothing but problems and habits, shifting through the
She's out of luck and out of hoping, out of cigarettes Misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet Her social deviance is teasing me, I know what
Oh brother, now we're going undercover 'Cause she's more than just a lover to me Can't you see that there's a reason for this heresy and treason? It's
Hey, hey, little razorblade Girl, you're so so dangerous You say you wanna try and get away And that's just so obvious I got the keys so let's put it
If you're alone and I'm alone Let's be alone together We can have a drink and shoot the shit And talk about the weather 'Cause baby, I know this world
Are you broken, are you broken, baby? Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, girl Yeah, baby's got a problem, baby's got a spell Baby's got a handgun but I
Hey, hey, this is everything today You've got nothing to complain about You've got nothing to say So this had better be good or you'd better be quiet,
The interstates and eighteen wheelers The sketches on the rest stop bathroom stalls I call her from a hotel pay phone So far from it all The odometer
Teenage graffiti shut your mouth shut off the TV Ain't got no money, honey I don't mind Teenage graffiti slam the door when you're defeated We're all
Hot Pink rock 'n' roll, come on Caught the green line down at Bleeker and Broad And now it's dropping down to thirty below I can't feel my toes but baby
Teenage graffiti, shut your mouth shut off the TV Ain't got no money honey, I don't mind Teenage graffiti, slam the door when you're defeated We're all
Translation: The Pink Spiders. Teenage Graffiti.
I'm just another substance abuser, but baby I'm the future And I know there's no easy way out I've got nothing but problems and habits Shifting through
Adalae, your every moment is a masterpiece Adalae, your're only precious 'til you meet your needs Adalae, you say we'll see you on the silver screen
